Perception / Perfection

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I woke up early in the morning, the sun was just starting to rise and glow briefly through the closed blinds on the left side of the room. I swivelled my head to the bed next to me and caught the girl gazing at me. She quickly turned back and looked down at her phone, trying her best at containing a small smile. "Adam D'Angelo," I spoke in a soft voice, silent enough that no one else in the room would be able to hear me, but loud enough that I knew she could. She put her phone down on the pink spotted pillow laying carelessly on her bed, bent her neck, and gawked at me, "What?"

"My name. Adam Wyatt D'Angelo. I thought you'd like to know. Figured that it wouldn't hurt to introduce myself. A girl as gorgeous as you in a place like this? You must have a good story to tell."

She glanced back down at her phone. Blushing, nervously. As if her phone would reassure her. She then turned back to me and opened her slim pastel pink lips, "Emily." She whispered it like it was a secret, not to be told to anyone but herself and I.
"Emily Dawn Webster," continued the honey smooth voice.

"Nice to meet you then, Emily Dawn Webster," I grinned, studying her. I was still curious as to why she was in there, after all, she seemed perfectly fine. Short luscious curly brown hair, simple green eyes, a curved face and cute cheeks. No clues to be found at all. Although, I wasn't going to take that for an answer. I continued scanning her from top to bottom whilst Emily went back to reach for her phone using her left arm. She took her arm from underneath the silky white sheets, and that's when I saw it. Her entire arm, bandaged.

"So, what happened there?" I thought it surely it must've been the reason  she was hospitalised. She glanced at me with those gaping verdant eyes, eyebrows knitted for just a second before she quickly spoke up and hid her arm, embarrassed. "Oh, nothing. I just sprained my um... wrist. Playing soccer." I knew it wasn't the truth, my bullshit detector was going off the walls.

There had to be more to the story, but I denied the urge to push it. I could tell she was growing uncomfortable and that wasn't my plan at all. "Huh. Well that sucks. Must've been a pretty bad sprain for them to keep you in the night," this time she didn't even bother turning to me, instead her now croaky and flustered voice issued one final word before she turned her back to me and pretended to sleep.
"Quite."