indent Melisande sat down next to the male, and sighed. She wasn't sighing out of aggravation or any other sort of annoyance, but a sense of understanding. Everyone had felt like this boy looked at one time or another, and yet, she couldn't remember the last time she had all out cried. Then, just as she thought that, it came back to her, so long ago, when she cried and threw herself into a grave, with the body of her beloved grandmother. Her father had pulled her away, he'd been the only one who cared, and yet, he still didn't care enough to stick around.
indent "There's always something, huh." At first, that was all she could think of to say. But then again, she shook her head at herself as soon as it came out of her mouth. That wouldn't help, saying negative things like that. She thought for a moment, and wondered what she would want others to say to her when she was sad. "You aren't alone, though. You don't have to talk about it, whatever it is, but I know sometimes its nice not to be alone." It sounded a little idiotic, and a bit like she was talking to herself, but she wasn't sure what to do, and figured she might as well try whatever she could to make the fellow feel better.
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