Ever felt a tear fall on her wrist before covering up her latest scar. She was tired of crying in the corner of her isolated room. She was tired of putting on faces for people she knew would only come to dissapoint her in the future. The days here were getting longer and longer,…
Ever’s eyes dropped at his response, her smile faltering. She didn’t expect anything really, in fact, she probably sounded like a complete lunatic. She looked into his eyes again, her face face had lost the happy expression she knew to be fake. “You must care about something.” she said softly, although she wasn’t exactly the one to talk. “Despite it’s…drawbacks, Chilton has something for everybody. What are your interests? Mine is ballet, Chilton has a wonderful program.” Ever looked down nervously. Shut up, Ever. He doesn’t care nor does anyone else. Just stop bothering him.