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"Christine, I'm not usually like this, but why does it feel like I can open up to you? I have never felt this way before or to really anyone," I said scrunching my eyebrows. "What do you mean, Linden?" She looked at me, her dark brown eyes full of concern. "You don't understand. It's because you've never seen the other side of me," I say looking away. She placed her hand on my shoulder and smirked, "There's more to you than being the school's bad boy?" "Yes, actually there's a reason why I do those things," I stated dead serious. Christine's expression softened. She took her hand off my shoulder and then wrapped it around my hand. I didn't flinch this time because now I know for sure I needed her. "You know you can tell me anything right?" she whispered in a reassuring tone that made me want to let my guard down and tell her everything. So I slid up the right sleeve of my hoodie and showed her.
Will You Be My Light?
