Damions P.O.V

The rest of the day we spent talking about ourselves. Little facts about ourselves.

Favorite color, favorite food, stuff like that.

Every time I tried bringing things up about her family she would just change the subject. Like she was desperate to talk about anything but that.

It makes me worry...

We were currently at a nearby park sitting on the swings.

"Hey Ion..."

"Yeah?"

"Why did you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Well...this. Why hang out with me? Why spend a whole day with me when you could be elsewhere with your friends."

I smiled slightly and looked at the sky.

"Because I can."

"That's not what I mean."

I laughed slightly.

"But it's what I mean."

"That's doesn't make sense."

"It's doesn't have to."

She groaned slightly.

"You annoy me."

"Good"

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