into the thick of it||BOW||

"Well like i said earlier, if they touch me, it would be a mistake on their part, but most of it is true," i tell her, smirking at her expression. It looks pained and empathetic. "Really, though, they toughen you up for the real world, the one full of dissappointment and hurt," i tell her, because its true, but im as 'tough' as they get, nothing has hurt me since my parents death.

"No, but here," i tell her, handing her four bucks. "I sell to anyone and everyone, i dont need the money," i reassure her. "Keep it, really," i tell her.

"Yes, im sure," i tell her, giving her fascinated look a smile. "Really, just take it," i tell her. I look back out of the hob and watch the trees blow and the snow begin to settle all around. "Maybe a blanket," i think outloud, there are plenty of supplies in the home... I get the chills at the cold winter air makes its way through the hob.

"Oh, i was wondering if you and your family was warm enough," i tell her as she asks me about my muttering. "Are you?" i ask her, i dont know why ive taken interest in this girl. I dont even know her.

I grab at my pack, i look into it.. My huge quilt is in my pack, always, i love it, My father made it for me, but she doesnt know that, i look at my pack, if i do this, ill feel hatred towards this girl, but then maybe i wont, ill cry, i know it. It was the only thing Dad ever made me, because he was incompetent when trying to create another. but he told me to keep it but not to dwell on the past, what do i do? I should give it to her.. "Here," i tell her, my voice normal, i keep my eyes away from hers, i dont want her to see how much this is to me... "Take this," i tell her reaching into my bag and pulling out the quilt.. I hand it to her.

"Are you sure?" i ask her, greatful.. Ill steal one from the home, i could. 'What the hell are you thinking!' my conscience yells at me. Im thinking that ive turned a new leaf, and want to think about others for a change.