"Do you honestly believe I followed you here just to get a picture of some statue?" He says with a collected sigh, pressing his thumb against my cheek.
"I love that brain of yours- sometimes."
"you can't tell anybody about this, okay?" i say, desperate for an escape to this conversation.
"do you think that's why we hate each other so much?" he asked. his thumbs twirled around each other as if he were a disappointed teacher. "think about it. every time we together, we always end up fighting or insulting each other. or just staring at each other with disgust in our eyes. just us. it's always just us."