[Why is he here? Soliciting a poor, innocent girl with a neatly wrapped package under one arm. It’s Valentine’s Day- She should be out having a blast with her gal pals, or spending it with someone who can really show her what love is.
Love. The very thought of the word makes him want to scream and run in the opposite direction, but here he is, trapped with nowhere else to go. Her pull is worse than that of gravity itself, and he finds himself thinking about her often- Because it’s easier than wondering where his loved ones have gone.
Because he craves intimacy.]
I should get out of here.
[He whispers to himself, while tapping loudly against the door with one hand.]
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Love. The very thought of the word makes him want to scream and run in the opposite direction, but here he is, trapped with nowhere else to go. Her pull is worse than that of gravity itself, and he finds himself thinking about her often- Because it’s easier than wondering where his loved ones have gone.
Because he craves intimacy.]
I should get out of here.
[He whispers to himself, while tapping loudly against the door with one hand.]
This ain’t fair.
[To her.]