She left his room and went in hers, she looked in the mirror as she walked past it, she the opened the window wide and light a cigarette as she leaned against the wall sitting on the floor. Now, she only had a bra and pj shorts on. She wanted to feel the cold breeze. The comfort she felt in the breeze couldn't be explained, it was a weird feeling, the breeze running along her scars, it was unexplainable, she didn't know how to describe it.. all of a sudden Tom walked in and saw her, sitting in the cold, with the cigarette, and the scars along her arms and tighs, she quickly tried to get up but she couldn't, he already saw her, saw the person under all these baggy clothes, the person he never thought he would see..
He looked at her, she had red eyes, like she haven't slept, or like she has been crying, sometimes he did think it was weird he never saw her cry, but it was just because she didn't cry when she was with people, she felt like they would tell her she's weak, or somethings wrong with her for crying without reason, she didn't like it, the feeling of being judged, or the feeling of everyone looking at her like she was an animal.
She looked at him, not saying one word, just crossing her arms looking at him, the scars almost covering her arms, some even on her thighs, she didn't wanna be seen like this, she felt humiliated, even if it was only one person seeing her, it didn't matter, she was ashamed about it.
Tom looked at her for a moment before speaking "..why?..." that was the only think he could say, he figured that they were old, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that she was okay.. which he wasn't so sure about anymore ....
