As we sit I wait for her to start her story. I can tell she's nervous by the way she's playing with her fingers and not making eye contact. "I had a brother, his name was Adrian," She sighs and I can tell it's hard for her to talk about this. "My parents where driving him to college when they got into a crash."
Somehow I know where this is going and I bring her into a hug. I hear her sniffle a few times before she hugs me back and continues. "They were hit by a drunk driver and all of them died." She rests her head on my chest and bursts into tears. The tears slowly fall down her cheeks and then land on my shirt. I try to comfort her by rubbing circles on be back soothingly.
"Since I'm only 17 I was put into a group home. But I ran away because I'm turning 18 in a few days and I can be on my own," She lets out a long sigh. "I had nowhere to go so I came here."
"Hey, it's ok." I whisper.
She tilts her head to look at me. The tears are still so I wipe them away. Her face gains a slight tinge of red and I can't help but smile.
"It's your turn." She whispers and I nod.
(A/N: There you go! A look into Arya's past! Sorry about the short chapter and thanks for 500 reads!)
