She stared at him, trying to fathom what was going through his mind. She could never ever do it, even though they were friends since they were kids. Then again, did she knew him at all??
The eyes, the smile, the silver hair. A facade that he put up? The eyes that were constantly slitted and the wide smile that was virtually plastered to his place wherever he went. She never saw his eyes, neither did she ever see him frown. It was fake. Everything about him was surreal. She knew that he was always hiding something, maybe not from her, but he was hiding something definitely.
'Do you trust me?' He asked.
Stopped in her tracks. Her train of thoughts was immediately derailed. Like an arrow that hit the target, it was as if he was psychic. She was frightened, yet in some weird way, she felt so complied to nod her head... and she did.
Did she trust or not trust him? Her heart said yes, but her mind would tell her otherwise... But then again, she always followed her heart.
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