Interesting. I thought. The guy has manners, and most guys now a days don't.
I reached forward and shook his hand. "Nice name." His hands were warm unlike my cold ones.
"What's your name?" he asked after taking a drag from his cigarette.
"Anonymous." I simply replied.
I sat back down on the grass, staring off into the darkness and a couple of seconds later I felt Xavier sit down next to me.
"So what are you doing out here all alone?"he asked after a couple of minutes of silence.
"Why do you care?" A light breeze blew and I crossed my arms over my chest, and turned my head in Xavier's direction.
"I don't." was his answer.
"Then why'd you ask?" I was watching him as he kept the cigarette in between his lips and he simply shrugged his shoulders.
Silence overcame us again until I decided to break it this time. "Why are you here?" I was curious. Out of all the nights I've been here I hadn't seen him, or anyone as a matter of fact.
"Why do you care?" He used my own words against me.
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Short Story"So how do you feel after everything that he did to you?" he whispered. The sky was dark, the moon was the only source of light out. "Think of a bullet." I whispered back. "Why?" he responded. I shifted my eyes from the sky to look at him. "Bullet...
