Adrian was an artist. Every scar, was perfectly carved. Even the new ones, were carefully opened. You can tell he did it for the pain. He wanted to watch every moment of it. He seemed as if he was a coward, like he'd look away and do it quick, to avoid the pain. But that's what he did it for.
I didn't know what to say. I ran my fingers along his scars and looked him in the eyes. Bright green. He's so broken on the inside. His heart has been shattered over and over again, but he still shines.
Do I still shine?
An I an artist?
Or a coward?
"Adrian..that's your name right?"
"You can call me whatever you want" he said as he looked away, as if he was afraid of rejection. I felt sad looking at him. My face smiled, but my soul sunk down. I wanted to help him. I want to be the reason he's a coward. I want him to be afraid to hurt himself. I want to be afraid to hurt myself. I want him. But do i? I don't even know him. My thoughts arnt making sense. Do I want mr.paliet? do I want Adrian? Do I want anybody? Do I deserve anybody?
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