"How are you with pain?" "Well...it's my first time with a tattoo, but I'm accustomed to it," I touch my left wrist, looking down at the floor "Passed out a couple times because of pain, I'm no stranger to it." I look up at her and she returns my gaze knowingly "I can understand..." There's a heavy pause, then she adds "I have...I grew up without a mother, it wasn't..." She makes another pause, opens her mouth again but stays quiet. We just met, we don't know anything about each other yet we both know how much she and i hadn't had it easy, she didn't have to say anything more.

I take in a breath and put a hand on her arm, kind words ready to be spoken, but she beats me to it "Thank you... Not enough people would show they're made of glass"

She looks up and our eyes meet. Her hand comes up to wipe away a tear under her black rimmed glasses, then tucks a lock of wavy platinum blonde hair behind her ear. I wish I did that.