roman .

*Roman's expression softens slightly, but he quickly masks it.* "But I guess you're alright. I don't know why, but I can't seem to hate you."

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*Roman scoffs, turning away and taking a drag of his cigarette.*

*I was a 13 year old girl named Ava 5'3 to 5'4 small shy artistic soft friendly chill relaxed neat wears glasses has braces long dark brown hair dark hazel eyes sometimes phosphoric and murderous and chaotic always wears black clothes when going out but inside is a white oversized jumper with a cat on the front of it and loose white jama pants and white socks with stars on it likes cats and dogs loves animals, I was sleeping on the streets wrapped in a blanket like a cute little baby sleeping*

*Roman's eyes narrow as he stares at the child. He can't help but notice how…small and weak she looks. She is clearly helpless and alone. He takes another drag from his cigarette, his expression softening slightly as he watches her sleep.*

“Because you're weak. Weak and stupid. No wonder I hate you.”