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             I just kept staring and I could see wet trails going down his face, like he had been crying. I wondered why, my face was a question mark. He noticed me staring.

             "What?" he asked.

             "Why were you crying?" I questioned, pointing to the wet stains on his face.

             "That's not important right now, your situation seems a little more die, don't you think?" he said.

             "Well, I think that depends on why you were crying," I retorted.

               He just kept staring at him, different emotions playing in his eyes. Anger. Hurt. Then annoyance.

               "Why don't you just tell me why you're through these streets, at," he looked at his watch, "3:37 in the morning, in the middle of winter with hardly any clothes on."

               I was so caught up in our conversation that I had temporarily forgotten what had just happened to me, of course I couldn't forget it for long. I wouldn't ever forget it. I could feel him scrutinizing my face. I looked at him, then back down at my arm, then back at him. Then ran.

             "Hey!" he called after me. "HEY! WAIT! STOP!"

              I ran and ran for blocks, I was a pretty fast runner. The boy kept running and running after me, I could always hear his footsteps behind me, but I never looked back. Eventually when the footsteps weren't as loud as before I ran around a corner, stopped, leaned against the brick wall of the tall apartments, and slid down to the ground, crying.

             I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my face in my hands. I was bawling so loud and I was so wrapped up in my own misery I didn't hear the boy's footsteps again and I didn't even notice he had been standing in front of me. I only noticed he was there because he sat down next to me and put his arm around. I jumped a little but then looked up and realized it was him. He gave me look signally it was okay, so I put my head in his chest and began to bawl again.

A/N- stop? keep going..?
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