ANASTIA
"Here to prove that I will be nice to you." He took his Jacket and put it on me. It was pretty cold out and I wasn't helping by rolling around in the snow. I put my hands through the coat. The buttons on the seeves where roses just like on the ribbon. Down the front of it was two lines of silver buttons. "Okay, so what do you want to do know?" I went back to my spot that I cleared off. I sat down and pushed some snow out of the way. He sat down beside me. "Aren't you cold?" He chuckled softly. "No, you don't have to worry about that. What's with the necklace?" I tugged on the coin. "It's a coin for physical therapy. I'm suppose to roll it down my fingers." I umbuckled the back of the necklace and gave it to him. "Like this?" He rolled the coin gracefully down his fingers.
"Yeah, only you can do it so much better than I can." He gave me the neckace back. "Why do you need to be able to roll a coin down your hand?" I slipped the necklace back around my neck. "It's to help keep control of my hands. The medicine I take causes neurological damage. It makes my hands shake along with other side effects." He didn't look to comfortable talking about this. "Why don't we talk about you? Whats you full name?" He paused for a moment. "Malcolm Eunan Bardawolf. What is your name?" His name was beautiful especially when he said it. "Anastia Lace Little." His name was so unique I never heard a name like it. "So, where are you from? I noticed a slight accent." He shifted uneasily against the snow. "I'm from Germany, but haven't been there in a very long time." He paused and it looked like he was about to say something more but he didn't. He kept really still and distant.
He got up and held out his hand to me. "I think you need to go in now. Your sick and I'm keeping you out in the snow." I took his hand and he lifted me with ease. "Okay, will you do me a favor?" I looked up at him. He didn't look that thrilled. "Yes." He was uneasy. "Will you walk me back to my hospital room?" His face contorted.
Malcolm
I can't do that. She wants me to go into a place filled with blood. My body turned to stone and I didn't move. "Are you afraid to go in?" She was looking into my eyes.
"Here to prove that I will be nice to you." He took his Jacket and put it on me. It was pretty cold out and I wasn't helping by rolling around in the snow. I put my hands through the coat. The buttons on the seeves where roses just like on the ribbon. Down the front of it was two lines of silver buttons. "Okay, so what do you want to do know?" I went back to my spot that I cleared off. I sat down and pushed some snow out of the way. He sat down beside me. "Aren't you cold?" He chuckled softly. "No, you don't have to worry about that. What's with the necklace?" I tugged on the coin. "It's a coin for physical therapy. I'm suppose to roll it down my fingers." I umbuckled the back of the necklace and gave it to him. "Like this?" He rolled the coin gracefully down his fingers.
"Yeah, only you can do it so much better than I can." He gave me the neckace back. "Why do you need to be able to roll a coin down your hand?" I slipped the necklace back around my neck. "It's to help keep control of my hands. The medicine I take causes neurological damage. It makes my hands shake along with other side effects." He didn't look to comfortable talking about this. "Why don't we talk about you? Whats you full name?" He paused for a moment. "Malcolm Eunan Bardawolf. What is your name?" His name was beautiful especially when he said it. "Anastia Lace Little." His name was so unique I never heard a name like it. "So, where are you from? I noticed a slight accent." He shifted uneasily against the snow. "I'm from Germany, but haven't been there in a very long time." He paused and it looked like he was about to say something more but he didn't. He kept really still and distant.
He got up and held out his hand to me. "I think you need to go in now. Your sick and I'm keeping you out in the snow." I took his hand and he lifted me with ease. "Okay, will you do me a favor?" I looked up at him. He didn't look that thrilled. "Yes." He was uneasy. "Will you walk me back to my hospital room?" His face contorted.
Malcolm
I can't do that. She wants me to go into a place filled with blood. My body turned to stone and I didn't move. "Are you afraid to go in?" She was looking into my eyes.
