"So how long have you been coming here?"
"Almost a month now." I replied.
"What's the reason?" He asked. Xavier shifted around on the ground until he was sitting with his legs crossed.
"Reason to what?" I mimicked his actions and we were both facing each other, our knees slightly touching.
"There's a reason as to why you come here every night," he simply said before speaking again. "what's the reason?"
"There's no reason." I lied. Looking down at my hands I began to play with my sleeves. Suddenly I felt nervous, I couldn't possibly tell him the reason. Plus, I don't even know him well.
Xavier chuckled. "Anonymous," he started. "I may not know you at all, but I know you're lying."
Looking up from my hands I saw Xavier place a cigarette between his lips once again.
"You should really stop smoking." I decided to ignore what he had just said. I mean, what could I have said back?
"Do you not like people who smoke?" The cigarette was now in between his fingers.
"No, not really." I truthfully responded.
"Then I guess you won't like me."
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Quiet Nights
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...
