She sighed, her eyes casting downward. Oh, well that stings.. she thought, before heaving a sigh and looking back up at Vendetta. “You’re literally the only person who talks to me without insulting me..” she said, trying to defend herself. “Okay, okay, maybe more of an acquaintance.. but..” she paused. “I see you alone and it breaks my heart.. But if you.. just.. w—want to be alone, I.. understand that too..” she said, lowering her voice as she began to step backward.
"No…wait..” Vendetta sighed, glancing up at the other. “I’m sorry, I’m just used to people pretending to want to be my friend because I’m known as the outcast here at school. Usually, when people come to me and want to be friends, they pity me.” She stood from her spot in between the two lockers, making her way over to her. “If you’re just coming over to me because you feel bad then you can just leave me alone, but if you have intentions of actually wanting to be friends, then maybe we could hang out, but don’t pity me. My butterfly knife and I are just fine alone.”
(Source: vendettasnow-blog, via nabi-effect-blog)
