To the readers, constructive advice is welcome. I'm trying to get better at dialogue, so if there are any things I can improve on....
Warren found Cassandra sitting on the rocks, glaring at the peaceful moonlit harbor. A cold breeze had picked up, making him shiver.
"Are you okay? You've been acting different lately." he said, leaning over to sit next to her.
Cassandra wouldn't meet his eyes. "Yes."
"You need a jacket, it's cold outside."
"No I don't." she said.
"Are you sure? You're twisting your fingers again. We both know you only do that when something is bothering you."
Cassandra immediately stopped, dropping her hand and turning away from him.
Warren put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I can help, if you tell me what's wrong."
She turned on him, radiating bitterness. "Do you know what it's like, to realize that everything you've known is fake?! How it feels to have all your previous knowledge stripped away from you? Having to question every single thing you're told, in case it's a lie? Just stay away from me until you understand, it'll be better that way."
Warren drew back, stung. "I didn't know-"
"I'm sure you didn't know. That's the worst part! I wish I didn't know, don't you? Why can't I trust myself? When did it start? Is it my fault, living in delusions ever since I was a kid?" Cassandra pushed Warren away from her, making him trip and fall. "Do I care that you want to be nice?" she spat out the last word as if it was a dishonor to even say it.
She spun around, fuming. This wasn't her fault, why couldn't he see that? she just wanted to be left alone, was that too tall of an order?
Realizing his mistake, Warren drew backward, standing up and shoving his hands in his pockets. "Okay, I guess.... I'l just leave you alone for a bit."
Once he left, Cassandra turned back toward the harbor. Her lip trembled. This wasn't supposed to happen; Not like this, not right now. She curled up, covering her face with her hands.
Only the crisp winter air was there to dry her tears.
