She isn't like she seemed at first. She isn't lovely, she isn't admiring, she isn't different. After all she is like everybody else, thinking about herself only. Yet there is still something about her that is special and interesting.
"Robin what are you getting today? Vodka? Tekila? Marlboro red?"
"Give me a big bottle of Jack Daniels and one pack of red."
"You're gonna die before you turn 25."
"How heartbreaking that must be."
"Your total is 200 but since you're a regular it's 150."
"If that's so give me another pack of cigs."
"185 and 99 cents."
"Here's a 200. Give me ten bucks."
"Pleasure to work with you son."
"Anytime Andre."
"See ya buddy."
"See ya!"
Great now I have to figure out what to do with Laya and why do I feel a connection with her. She is beautiful. Sitting with her back turned, long black hair resting on her shoulder while her hoodie covers her athlete back.
"Laya?"
"Oh you're here already."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"What sport did you play?"
"How do you know I played a sport?"
"You're back looks like an athlete back, you have very long and strong arms and you have good reflexes."
"What made you think I have good reflexes?"
"Because you just caught a lighter I trew you without seeing it atleast five seconds before and you didn't even notice you caught it."
"I trained volleyball since I turned 5 until I turned 16. And what guitar do you play? Acoustic or electric?"
"Both. I assume you noticed spots in shape of strings from my guitar."
"Yes, yes I did. Is there anything else you noticed about me that could make me admire your gift to watch?"
"Nothing else for now."
"Dissapointing."
"Weird that you chose that word exactly. That was a word I chose for your personality. Along with weak."
"That's a word I chose to represent your will and strength. Weak along with miserable and non existent."
"You cold hearted animal!"
"So you do love yourself after all?"
"I may not love myself but I won't let anyone insult me! I have been to hell and back! No one gets to tell me who I am! Or what I'm like! Not even you Laya Andrewson! Not even you!"
"Then fight back! Insult me back! Don't just say you don't like things! Fight back when you don't like something! Hit me! Yell at me! Scream!"
"This was all a test of yourse?"
"Of course it was a fucking test!"
"Why are you testing me?"
"God has given you tests in life! Now you know how to act when a test comes in!"
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The end was the beggining
RomanceWhat should've been the end was only the beggining when two suicidal people met each about to commit suicide. They fall in love and live happily ever after, don't they?