'don't do that. You aren't paper.' He said to Her.
She didn't day anything. She knew She wasn't paper, but She did what She thought she had to.
All She really needed was Him, but She didn't know that.
She drew on Her leg again. All painted red. His least favorite color on Her.
He tried to help Her. But it may have been too late for Her.
If She left, He wouldn't be far behind.
He wouldn't stay without Her.
