"so, do you want to tell me your name?"
silence. the young man must've expected it though, she hadn't said a word the whole time he'd known her, nor had his mother heard her speak.
ryker watched down at the beautiful blue, her hands fiddling with the plastic wrap but she hadn't made an attempt to open it.
"would you like some fresh air?" the young man had asked, "do you not like marmite or..?" she still hadn't spoken as her eyes stayed steady on ryker's hands.
she was just hoping they wouldn't move too rapidly and his hands wouldn't decide that she wasn't pretty enough yet.
that her nose was too crooked.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
