Bloody Hands and Broken Glass-Part 2

“Sounds like you need some more coffee,” I chuckle, a bit nervously, taking a dollar out of my pocket. The girl looks down in a confused manner, and waits a few minutes before speaking.

“No, it’s fine,” she mumbles. I peek at the contents of the girl’s notebook, and a short gasp comes out. The notebook is covered with the same word over and over: aberration. Suddenly the thing I’m most interested in getting from this girl isn’t her number.

“Are… are you okay?” I ask. The girl looks up at me with anxious eyes. My mouth hangs open when they start to glow bright purple, and her short hair does the same.

“No.”

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