Haizel's eyes narrowed as his story unfolded, his ended now irrelevant with the information he had given her.<span style="font-style: italic">I couldn't read his feelings. His car was obviously expensive. I should have known</span>. She heard him trail off and took the moment to attack him.<br/><br/>"I should have known. Distracting me for this mere second. You're a piece of shit. Do you know that?" She pushed his finger hard against his shoulder, anger growing in her chest. "Do you see this?!!" she pulled the arm of her sweater up, revealing the length of her scar, just beginning at the tip of her pinky, trailing up the length of her arm. "Your kind did this to me." She went silent for a small second before continuing, "Build my trust just so you can ambush me in the end. I see. You disgust me. I should break your neck. Just get. The. Fuck. Away from me."<br/><br/>She began walking away, pushing past him in the process of getting away. She felt hurt, confused as to why she didn't just slit his untrustworthy neck. She continued walking, hoping to disappear into the night, thought felt too aggravated to change forms.