Confessions

You lay your head against the chilly window and plug in your headphones. your long train trip will end in a matter of 6 hours. You soon feel yourself slipping into a light but troubled sleep to the soft tunes of your music. What feels like moments later you startle out of your sleep. The seat that was once empty beside you,was now accompanied by a boy that seemed to be of the age of you.

"Sorry is this seat taken? he said to you in a low voice.

You took the time to take in his looks. His top half was covered by a bright red hoodie which seemed to make his pale complexion seem even paler. dark faded jeans covered the bottom of his body and he completed the look with a pair of black converse. The roots of his hair were a deep brown leading up to strands of platinum blonde.

highlights gone to far? you thought to yourself.

"N-no its not you stampered out, grabbing your belongings and moving them out of the way.

A sly smirk appears on his face.
"What is it?" you ask. You unconsciously wipe at your face checking for any drool.

He let's out a light but hearty laugh. "There's nothing on your face, I'm just looking" a wide smile soon takes over his features revealing a row of brace- straightened white teeth.

You feel your eyes widen a fraction. You say nothing. His brown eyes continue to look at you, almost expectedly? A frown takes over your features "What!?"

"Nothing, he stretches his hand out to you "Vernon" he stated.

"(Y/N) you place your hand in his. His hands are soft,very soft, too soft. Baby lotion? Masturbation? You don't ponder on it long when he starts to speak.

"That's a lot of luggage for just a casual trip to New York, staying long?"

"Yeah, had to get away from things

"Things like what?"

You don't reply, just turn and look out of your window. You jump a bit when you feel his hand on your shoulder.

"Are you okay?, you're crying"

You don't bother to wipe away your tears. You think whether or not to answer. He continues to look at you with worried eyes. Why does he even care? The silence stretches. Right before you open your mouth to reply he talks again.

"You don't have to answer that,its okay. I just don't like to see people troubled."

"I didn't mean to do it. It was an accident', you say in a hoarse whisper.

"Do what?"

You look sharply into his brown orbs.You'll probably never see this person ever again you say to yourself. it'll be great to get some things off your chest.
"I didn't mean to kill him"