Kyle5447

I thought I was dead. He stabbed me with his dagger, the one I gave him for his 15th birthday which had a line carved crudely by hand at the side of the hilt saying “The Brave”. It shone like the new blade freshly handed over from the smith the day it was finished, whom I promised the weapon would be in good hands, and its owner would become a great man. I saw its deadly shine flicker in my eyes when he unsheathed it, and I knew it was well taken care of, as if he had been polishing it every day after all these years as he had when he received it. Then I noticed a flash of white in the corner when the dagger came flying towards

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"