Conversation Kinza

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After he basically broke my jaw, he awkwardly sat on the bench across from me. He stared at me, his scruff of raven beard shrouded his thin lips as he heaved. The pain in my temple throbbed, I considered pulling my other side of my pale face at the rim of the bench. I stared in his black orbs, they seemed depressed as I noted his dark circles. He sucked in some air and groaned gruffly, Was he that weak? 

"You don't seam that weak," I said condescendingly. 

He opened one eye, and cracked a small of a smile. "You don't seam that strong," He massaged his hand then resumed. "I thought, when your brother left you, you would shout to him, but you were unfortunately asleep."

"Oh, Sherry." I whispered my cheeks turning hot. I let a few tears fall from my eyes. He stood up and stared at my pale face.

"Kinza am I wrong? When I say I just felt your name." I looked up to his face. "Kinza Am I wrong? When I want revenge, Is it not within my right?"

"What the FUCK are you going about?" He snapped out of his daze and quickly exited the room.

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