#Chapter356
I was always a sucker for a girl with feistiness... dry humor, and sarcasm... like Leila. I see Leila in her! Another sad story behind a girl who is stronger than her scars. Leila is one of my closest friends, like a sister to me, and all the things I love Leelou for, seem to be present in this one.
/"I have a stomach made of steel, if I can handle my roommate’s attempts, then pretty sure yours won’t kill me. Besides, I kinda want to see how bad it can be. I’m intrigued now that you said you kill everything you touch./" I smile at her impulsively and get an instant glare in response that somehow makes me more amused than deflated. /"You really don’t trust me, do you?/" I can’t stop smiling at her; she brings it out in me with those ferocious looks and hateful furrows of her brow. It’s like a kitten trying to attack you. As much as I want to respect her boundaries and leave the poor girl alone, she has me hopelessly addicted to wanting her to talk to me.
