A Taste Of Blood (PRS)

Taereen's expression changed from serious to sad. He raised his right hand to his face as to hide his emotions.
"Hillary..." He mumbled. "The most important person in my life."
He then punched the bed out of rage.
"Fucks sake!" He roared.

Abigail didn't know what to say.
She started to cry.
"I..I'm sorry" Said Abigail quietly. She wasn't scared this time. She just felt bad for Taereen.

Taereen bit his lip and lied down on the bed.
"I try so hard to not think about her..." He mumbled quietly. "I try so hard to hide these feelings..."
He then lowered his arm and looked at Abigail.
"So don't complain at me that you miss your brother..." He muttered with an angry tone in his voice. "Cause you have no idea what I've been through."

Abigail became quiet. She was still crying. She didn't know what to do or what to say. She just sat there in silence.

Chapter 7: Warmer

After a moment of silence, Taereen sat up and took off his beanie.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I didn't mean to yell at you."
He scratched his head a bit before putting the beanie back on.
"This is why I avoid telling people about myself." He explained. "I get too emotional... I show my weaknesses."

"It's okay to be weak sometimes. People can only understand eachothers when they show theire weakness" Said Abigail and tried to stop crying.

Taereen let out a hasty laugh.
"As if." He muttered. "I've seen your weaknesses yet I still don't understand you."
He smirked for a brief moment.

"Oh what about me are you not understanding ?" Asked Abigail a bit curious. She had stoped crying.

Taereen shrugged.
"You're different from most people I've managed to surround myself with." He explained. "You simply just confuse me."
He then stood up and walked over to his shirt on the floor.

Abigail didn't understand him so much.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" She asked and looked at Taereen