I was awake when Reny came into the driveway, he was on a motorbike. His helmet was black and he was wearing a leather jacket.
I told them they weren't safe and he shouldn't ride one. He just laughed it off and pulled out a video camera, it was old. The footage wouldn't come out as anything less then grainy and it was then I wondered who he was, we never really talked about it.
I told him not capture how ugly I was today — the injection from the day before turned my skin white, that made him frown.
He started randomly videoing things of my room, not saying and seemingly in complete concentration. I was fiddling to slide a book back into its cover when he turned, put the camera down and smiled.
My new rule was a forgotten when I got butterflies.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
