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Meta ran into the room with a lump in her throat. She pounced onto her bed and sobbed into her pillow.

Hugo knocked on the door. "Look, I'm sorry..."

The door creaked open and Meta instantly sat up she ran her hands through her beach blonde hair and looked down at the blood stained covers.

He sighed. "I'm sorry." He repeated.

"Why should you be sorry? I'm the one who should be sorry for making a scene"she said in a angryish voice. She flopped onto her back and laid in her bed.

He rolled his eyes. "I thought we were just friends, I didn't know that you felt different."

She continued to stare up at the chipped and cracked ceiling. "Is there something wrong with me? Is that why you don't like me?"she asked him in a soft a squeaky voice.

"No!" he said. "I just- I don't know, I thought you were a friend."

She had been sprawled out on her bed. She looked over at him. "I like you. Do you like me? Even a little?"

"I-" He paused. "I guess, maybe a little." He said quietly.

Meta began to feel a bit better about herself. "Maybe a bit more?"she asked quietly.

He sighed. "I need to get to know you better, we just met..."

She nodded and moved over on her bed. She patted the spot beside her for him to sit down.

He sat down awkwardly.

"I'm sorry. For existing. "She said. Her bed was pushed against the wall. She looked back at the wall covered in peeling wallpaper. She sighed. This place is disgusting.

He sighed. "Stop that, please."

"Why?"she said, looking over at him.

"Don't feel sorry for something that is my fault."

"Explain. "She said to him, monotone.

"Look, I embarrassed you, and I'm sorry."

"I wasn't embarrassed. I was sad"

"Well, whatever emotion I gave you, I am sorry."

"It's okay. How about we say random things about ourselves to help to get to know each other. "She suggested.

He looked at her funny. "I guess..."

"I don't like cheese"

"Uh-I love cheese." he said back, shrugging.

"Okay then. I prefer dogs over cats"

"I am more of non pet person..." He said again. He wanted to start this time. "I'm not a virgin."

Meta blushed when he told her that. "Me either. Abusive relationship"she explained slightly.

"Well-I'm sorry..." His eyes grew vacant. "Clair. She was the most beautiful girl I laid eyes on." He explained. "She was special-like me, although luckily she wasn't caught."He sighed.

Meta watched him with soft eyes. "Am I beautiful?"she asked quietly

"Well-uh-yeah, I'm not a very good judge on that though..." He scoffed.

"What do you mean? You need to stop taking yourself for granted and selling yourself short"

"What?"

"You keep saying that you are bad at this and that. You need to stop it"she said

"Well maybe I am." He said, slightly angry at her.

Meta could tell he was mad at her. She gave him a slight frown and flopped over on her blood stained bed. "Just so you know, I have no idea whose blood this is"

HE looked down. "My bed has blood to."

"Yours?"she asked super quietly.

"Yes, it's just a thing here."He said, not seeing any importance in the topic.

"Is it your blood though"she said, repeating her question.

"Nah, I'm not sure who's"

"Oh, double checking. "

He stayed silent.

Meta sat up.

He looked around the old room.

"I really hate cats"

"Hmmm." He said. "Clair had a cat. A persian, it wasn't that bad...Clair had always said that it liked me."

Meta nodded. "I used to have a dog. His name was Lynx. Even since I was forced here, I haven't seen him. "