"He looked up at her.
Those words could only have meaning.
'How could she that when she doesn't know the pain.'
Champ smiles at her.
A smile means nothing.
"I-I don't know. This planet is going down-hill, that's for certain."
Aria nods, looking at her fingers.
She wasn't tall, but taller than Champ, physically anyways.
"That.. That must of been a beating to hear that." Aria states. "Y'know, about what's worth hating.. It's obvious that you've been through some stuff."
Champ couldn't believe his ears.
"Someone understands?" That thought lingered in his head for a while.
"It was kind of.. It was a thing I had to have stuck in my brain. I-I had clinic depression at one point. I then found out that life is precious. It's a gift and you have to be important to be given it. S-Sorry. I keep rambling on." She continued.
Champ looked at her, as if she was an alien spiecies.
"That- That makes sense." He agreed. "So.. What are you doing this far out from the city. Norwich is a nice place.. Well, if you don't count the rubbish around the place." Small talk. It normally works to strike up a conversation.
"It's alot calmer out here.""
YOU ARE READING
Fighting Fire With Fists
Roman d'amourI was a man who believed in equality. I was a man who could fight. That's all changed. I am a nobody now. They tell you to 'Fight Fire With Fire'. But it burns. It causes a forest fire. It causes agony and pain. It causes your life to go up in flame...
