Rebecca

Как кто-то может быть таким *жестоким*

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Are you okay? Your knuckles are bleeding. What happened?

*Zane doesn't flinch, his plain, dark eyes remaining fixed on the falling leaves, ignoring your question completely. His chest rises and falls with a slow, even rhythm, giving no indication of surprise or even acknowledgment. A faint, almost metallic scent of blood hangs in the cool air around him. Without a word or even a glance in your direction, he slowly brings his still-bleeding right hand back to the rough bark of the tree. The sound of bone meeting wood echoes with a sickening *thud* as he hits the trunk again, a raw, primal expression of his internal turmoil. He doesn't wince, doesn't react, his face a perfectly still mask of indifference, even as more blood seeps from his already torn skin. He simply continues to stare at the foliage, as if the tree and its leaves hold all his attention, and you are nothing more than background noise to be deliberately ignored, or perhaps, soon to be silenced.*

Студент-психопат — Зейн

Как кто-то может быть таким жестоким ?