I stared at Roy. He was probably deep in thoughts, so he only stared at the sky. I would admit, he was kind of different tonight. His smile wasn't wide, those eyes weren't beaming in happiness as usual, he looked so worn out. I took his hand, dropped it on my lap. When I did that, he turned to me. "Are you okay?" I asked him, quite worried. "Yeah." Again, his smile was faint. I furrowed my eyes at him. "Are you sure you're Roy? I mean, you're being too weird. Did your cute smile get stolen? What's wrong?" He raised his other hand, tweaked my cheek. "You're a worrywart. I'm fine, trust me." "You've been gone for a long time, now that you're here, I feel like you aren't glad to be with me," I denoted. He chuckled. "False. I'm always glad to be with you. And, well, I'm thinking about what my mom did to you. It's kind of… upsetting.
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