What Was Washed Away

"Watch him for a second, will you? I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick -- kill two birds with one stone."
And Kelso walked off gently laughing to himself because he had heard that phrase -- killing two birds with one stone -- for the first time in ages in a movie he had been watching a few days prior and his time to reuse it had finally come.
I watched in disbelief as he actually walked down the hallway without even looking back to make sure everything was alright. Then I turned back to the criminal because I could just sense that he was looking at me.
"Boo," he breathed, eyes wide and lips frozen in an o-shape. When he saw the way my shoulders jumped ever-so-slightly, he burst out in hysterical laughter aimed at the ceiling as he tilted his head back. And when his chin dropped back down and our eyes met again, he whispered, "Jesus, you're pretty fucking stunning," with a lazy smile plastered on his face.
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Cassius Cohen was a criminal. He wasn't meant to be loved. As a matter of fact, he didn't want to be loved. But then he discovered that in the world -- in the neighborhood he was visiting, of all places -- lived a girl with sad eyes and who he could only describe as "fucking stunning". But this story isn't about him. This story is about the girl who didn't know she was sad, or fucking stunning for that matter. Noa Murphy, the girl who walked out of her bedroom one morning wearing nothing but underwear and an oversized sweater, and who changed both of their lives because she wanted a glass of water.

(Warning: Story contains implications and mentions of abuse and offensive language.)