"You could be twice my age and a championship boxer and I still wouldn't give them back. "
She raised the cold can to her dark lips, draining half of it in one, before returning to her seat and placing her soda can down as a large belch, much like Ren's, pressed passed the dark lips.
"Really its a disgusting habit. Your killing yourself and I'm not gonna let it slide. " she shrugged as she crossed her legs and pulled them ontonthe chair. "And a tantrum isn't gonna help either. Cause really, you sound like me trying. " she teased lightly, sticking her tongue out at him.
"So get used to it, kay? " she nodded, falling silent as she leant her head fall over the edge of the chair, staring at tge ceiling as the dark locks hung loose.
The world is not a wish granting factory.
Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
I fell in love the way you fall asleep. Slowly, then all at once.
It's a metaphor Hazel Grace.
- The fault on in our stars