Yes, I've started my series for valentines day a bit too early, BUT WHO CARES? Gayle's curls bounced as she walked with Strike. Strike isn't his real name, that's his nickname after the scar on his chest. He poked her as she kept walking trying not to hit him across the face with her tail. She was beyond pissed off as usual. Strike is trying to make her happier as usual. Yet again he is FAILING MISERABLY. -_-" She tuned out his talkings of Halo and Mortal Combat, by pulling her headphones off her neck and putting them on her head. I'll update after school. MAYBE. Ish.
Listening to pain, considering that's all she can resort to. She had been in pain of having an eye removed ever since she turned 14, two years ago. A deadly disease she caught reached her left eye, causing it to slowly lose its color. Removing her eye, and treating her disease was the worst thing she could ever do. She would rather DIE and donate her body to finding the cause.
"Gayle?" asked Strike. "SÍ señor?" she replied in Spainish. "What's it like to have one eye?" "Well....It's like going blind in one eye for the rest of your life with something to cover the socket." "Oh...." "Strike, don't feel bad. This was two years ago. Okay?" she said sincerely. "Okay..." Strike lied. He had just wanted her to feel like she wasn't different.