What a pretty picture we painted, me who looked like she had to crawl her way out of a ditch my eyes bloodshot, my hair in a mangled bun, my skin ashen and my arm twitching like an addict going through withdrawal, but the real centerpiece was Mr. Ruberiden, his eye bags so big they could carry both of our burdens, his hair looked the kind of tossed you only get when you grab fists full of hair and yank it, his clothes were loose and hung limply on his body, he looked smaller, had he lost weight? We painted a pretty picture of two people who lost a fight to our demons
"Sooo.....ahhh.... How have you been?" He asked stealing glances at me but never holding my gaze, was he serious right now?!
"I'm good.." I sighed ".... better than you..." I sweep my eyes over him making him pull his hoodie closer to his body flipping the cap over his head
"Yeah.... I've, I've had quite the week"
