
мιѕѕ вяσкєи нєαятєd
○ ι ѕ α в є l l є • в l α ι я • ѕ υ м м є я ѕ ○
Blair's soft smile slowly twisted itself into a frown as she caught glimpse of the scars on his arm. "I know what you mean." she nodded understandingly. "When I was seven, my mother was murdered. . .and I was there." she murmured softly, not knowing exactly why she was choosing to tell this to him after years of keeping it a secret from even her closest friends. "and two days after her funeral, I was dumped off at my biological father's house. I had never met him..and I guess you can say he wasn't too thrilled about having to take care of a kid." she smiled, although her tone was far from happy. "Sorry..I don't know why I'm telling you all this; you probably don't care." she put on another smile as she pulled her guitar back onto her lap and finished replacing the broken string.

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○ c α d є и • м ι т c н є l l • н α я d ι и g ○
Caden gave a simple nod. "Yeah..it is." he mused. Staring out at the horizon for a moment longer before he turned and lowered himself back down the 'hatch' and inside. "Do you surf?" he asked with a grin, knowing they'd probably get the best weather for it here.