He fidgets nervously, almost as if he has somewhere else to be, except I know he doesn't. He's on the run.
"Why me?" I managed to spit out, my voice low and non-threatening. I don't want to set him off, I remain docile, although he doesn't seem dangerous. Looks always prove to be deceiving.
"You're here."
It took me a few seconds to register what he just said.
Huh?
I furrow my brows in confusion, but before I'm able to wipe the look off my face, he catches on.
"In the forest. No one just comes here, you had a reason." He groans in frustration.
"So that gives you permis-"
"What were you looking for? He cuts me off and rests his head on his hand. Leaning forward, seemingly staring into my soul. His look was piercing.
"What are you running from?" He asks and directs his attention towards the stars. His voice was soft, almost a whisper, almost as if he was talking to himself.
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Illegally Inked
Mystery / ThrillerTattoos are now illegal. They have been for five years. There are barely any places that still offer ink services. Anyone that is found have had their shops closed and imprisoned. So how is this rude and mysterious boy who lives in the woods covered...
