Liam looked at the white woman before him. she no longer smelt of Aniwaya but a land he knew nothing about. Had she left the land she called home? Why had she he wondered if it had something to do with the war. We're making it by and picking up the pieces. He said looking at her. his bi colored eyes watching her.
He moved slightly closer as he noticed the scar on her face. Thats from the war isn't it. He spoke pointing to it. He was not in the mood to talk about how he was feeling. He didn't enjoy talking about the war and the scar it had carved into his somewhat happy family.
Where did you move to? You don't smell of Aniwaya anymore. he spoke as he turned slightly from her. He didn't really care but he was trying to make conversation. He wasn't all that smooth with ladies plus he could smell a male on her. So he really was just at a pit fall in his young life. He just was an awkward teenager in a sense.
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