(Braidy's pov.)
The door rings announcing some customers interrance. I look up hoping to see Bailey. Instead its my manager.
"Well, you don't look happy." She says, pulling her dirty blonde hair up into a knot, her eyes a greyish haze of old age and pain, and her skin a warm soft complection.
"Tell me darling what is wrong," I shake my head. "Its that girl isn't it? The one with the scars on her wrists?" I look up ,"how do you know about that?" She nods.
"Honey, let me tell you something. She has her problems and she won't let you help her. All you can do is wait, girls like her they look so weak. But that girl is stronger than you can imagine. Do you love her?"
I stand frozen, thinking of how I could possibly love so.done I hardly know. But I love her. I'm in love with her.
I nod, she smiles.
Author Notes: I'm not nearly done yet
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