I know she gets the hint I'm trying to send her, when I'm fidgeting in my spot slowly moving away a tiny drop. But her arm is still firmly around my shoulder and her thighs are still very much pressed against mine on the couch. She's not budging. It's one of those things she does- not giving in to my stubbornness. She knows my fidgeting is me pretending to want her to back away and stop touching me and leave me the fuck alone. She also knows my cold personality is an act and my tough attitude is just part of the play. But I will never admit that to her. Even though I know she knows. And she knows that I know she knows, I will never actually tell her that she's right. At least, I don't think I will.

Stones don't grow. People who are locked up by their own fears, blocking everything from the outside world, because of one event in the past that has taken over their life, can't grow. People who have to survive on their own in nothing but a house made of wood, while being tortured by their mind constantly, can't grow. People who's most precious treasure is a garden in the basement can't grow. People who have a mind that is too disturbed to maintain a normal life, too disturbed to remain contact with family and friends because they no longer see the beauty in the world, can't grow. People who are purged out by this society and have to roam in the streets all day and all night can't grow. Where fights take place, and substances to fuck up your life even more. Demi, who is forced into Selena's home to flee from one of her shootings, later on realizes she cannot leave the wooden house, due to Selena's small desire for human contact. They both will know that Stones Don't Grow...