Effy hates talking about her emotions, or her own problems, or anything that has to do with letting others into her heart. She knows that he hasn't only come in to just 'chat' or see how she's doing. He's not that type of guy, as far as she's concerned -- does he want something? As he moves around the small kitchen, she watches him, or rather, stares him down. The tattoos she notices -- and likes -- but she doesn't say a word about them.
"I know what happened," she taps her glass with her fingertips, "I was there. That girl had a fit," and though she has no scars to tell the tale, she remembers it all too clearly. Bad things happen around her, and to her. It isn't new, although having bad experiences like that in college is never a fun time for anyone.
"Something was really wrong with her, wasn't there?"
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"I know what happened," she taps her glass with her fingertips, "I was there. That girl had a fit," and though she has no scars to tell the tale, she remembers it all too clearly. Bad things happen around her, and to her. It isn't new, although having bad experiences like that in college is never a fun time for anyone.
"Something was really wrong with her, wasn't there?"