@"Trahnael"
"Maybe it would be nice to be like other people, to be able to be say things. I say what's on my mind and I don't lie but when it comes to certain things... the words just tangle and knot in my head and refuse to leave my moutth. Like they're afraid of the world outside me," Max mused, staring into the gray concrete. It was true, whenever it came to things like what she felt or thought.
There were exceptions, though they tended not to be trouble-free either. "Sometimes they come out but they're not what they were supposed to be. They change... but I don't. I can't."
Max put her hands on the patch of concrete between her and Alec, twisting herself. Her knees were against the step, and she leaned forward, bringing her face inches from his with a fixated gaze from her vividly blue eyes. She was close, so close that she could feel his - their? - breath on her fair skin. Yet there was not the slightest hint of shyness or embarrassment on her features, nor any vestige of her inner worry. She wanted to ask him if he could see anything, if she was somehow showing anything.
"What do you see when you look at me?"
"Maybe it would be nice to be like other people, to be able to be say things. I say what's on my mind and I don't lie but when it comes to certain things... the words just tangle and knot in my head and refuse to leave my moutth. Like they're afraid of the world outside me," Max mused, staring into the gray concrete. It was true, whenever it came to things like what she felt or thought.
There were exceptions, though they tended not to be trouble-free either. "Sometimes they come out but they're not what they were supposed to be. They change... but I don't. I can't."
Max put her hands on the patch of concrete between her and Alec, twisting herself. Her knees were against the step, and she leaned forward, bringing her face inches from his with a fixated gaze from her vividly blue eyes. She was close, so close that she could feel his - their? - breath on her fair skin. Yet there was not the slightest hint of shyness or embarrassment on her features, nor any vestige of her inner worry. She wanted to ask him if he could see anything, if she was somehow showing anything.
"What do you see when you look at me?"