Pushing was what had lead to the scars up and down his arms that are almost always covered by long sleeved shirts. She was one of the only people who knew why he was never in short sleeves, at least not without arm warmers or something. "She...She feel off the balcony of her hotel." He muttered against her shoulder, he felt terrible because he was always so rude to his mother. Not that they didn't fight like cats and dogs anyway when they had been around one another. He couldn't stand to be near her, but he still loved her. "They said it was quick..."
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Date: 2012-04-07 03:31 am (UTC)