"You are desperate" He said beneath his breath,
looking at the girl with a face full of anger. Under-
neath the anger, there was sadness and disapp-
ointment no one could see. Not unless they were
her; she could see right through him.
She always could.

The girl looked up at him with a doleful expression,
though beneath it was the complete opposite:
Malice and mischeviousness. The type of things he
could see right through.
He always could.

"You act as thought everyone is out to get you. Like
you aren't worth anything, but we all know who you
really are."
I know who you really are.
"You're envious, yet subtly full of yourself. You like
diamonds and gold and pretty things, yet you whimper
like its all your fault. You say you're sorry, but we all
know you aren't. So stop pretending, like you always do."
It was to late for you the moment it started.