Cue looked down slowly, "Bonjour Mitchell" he said sadly. He turned and faced Mitchell, his dull sad eyes watching him with an unmotivated look to them. He fiddled with the buttons on his shirt nervously, "Why have you come, even after you have seen my shame and bad luck, yet you return? Why what is the purpose?" he sighed. He grabbed his pillow and slapped himself in the face with it.
He brushed a few pieces of his hair back off his face, "I'm all alone and there is no one who is willing to love me anymore" he sobbed lightly.
He rested back into the bed and placed the pillow over his face and cried into it. He undid the buttons on his shirt, "Just one more scar in my collection" he muffled, feeling the large stitches going right down his chest from the operation he had before to mend his broken rib cage. He would still be in pain if he hadn't been on pain pills and other drugs to num the pain that his body was in.
He brushed a few pieces of his hair back off his face, "I'm all alone and there is no one who is willing to love me anymore" he sobbed lightly.
He rested back into the bed and placed the pillow over his face and cried into it. He undid the buttons on his shirt, "Just one more scar in my collection" he muffled, feeling the large stitches going right down his chest from the operation he had before to mend his broken rib cage. He would still be in pain if he hadn't been on pain pills and other drugs to num the pain that his body was in.