☢T.D.— That face now covered in smeared makeup showed her expression that the men left on her. After the delicate frame stood up, Tyler did the same holding out his pack of cigarettes to her. Those beige oculars eyed her closely, Taking out a tissue from his pocket to be honest he forgot why he had that. Fingers covered in blood held out the tissue, a simper on his aspect.
”What’s your name?”
’ Thanks– Again. ’
—-Lighting the smoke she took his tissue with a graceful flick of her wrist. Whispering yet another thank you, as she cleaned herself up as best she could. Yet, her long legs felt like jello underneath her body and once again she decided to sit, to collect herself. Blonde head resting against the brick, this time without tears, and this time she was a calmer.
’ Rosalie– Rosalie Hale. And the name of my rescuer? ’
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