He rubbed the top of his head. WHat the hell just happened? Why did she bonk him on the head? He looked away. Maybe she was right but it was hard to feel alive when your soul had been smothered and you had to become numb in order to survive? "Maybe." He said simply. "Some peoples darkside is all there is to them." He said softly. Closing his eyes. "My light was smother out a long time ago. They enjoyed killing me while letting me live." He said softly. Opening his eyes and looked at her. No life in his eyes. No life in his voice. "If you say so Honey." He didn't agree with her. All he knew of water was pain and suffering. "I've never played in the water." He said truthfully.<br/><br/>He watched her lay back with her arms behind her head. He just looked at her. Why did she say but? If she already knew she couldn't feel it or understand what else was there to say to that comment. He noticed her ocean green blue eyes. The most unique and beautiful eyes he had ever seen. So full of light and life. She was like his polar opposite. It was strange having someone unlike him who was so positive towards him. He just didn't understand it. Didn't understand it in the slightest. He looked away. "Can't let go of something no one has ever heard. It haunts you and holds you tightly in its icy and hard iron grip." He said. He listened to her as she spoke again. Shaking his head. "I have nothing to really live for. How do you live when your life was snuffed out a long time ago?" He countered. "I know nothing about living. To be honest I don't even know how to smile." he said almost bluntly.<br/><br/>He looked at her. A nice guy to talk to? To hang out with? She loved his poems? His head was swirling with questions in confusing. "I write them in my head. It is my way to live when inside I am so dead." He closed his eyes. "They like killing me." He said again. "It was something they enjoyed. I can't let go of the past when it is still so close and haunting upon my thoughts." He looked at her. "Thank you for the compliments. Those are the nicest words anyone has ever said to me. Most are put off by my lack of life." He said simply. He looked away. "Maybe once I learn to trust you more...I'll tell you what happened." As he moved his neck the light reflected off a more recent scar. It was jagged like someone had dragged a piece of broken glass down it and made sure to avoid anything vital. He closed his eyes. "You seem nice." He said simply. "I just can't figure you out though. I can't figure out how you can be so positive and uplifting even about things that are painful to discuss."<br/><br/>He thought for a moment. She wanted to hang out with him. She thought he would be fun to hang out with. "I'm not a bad guy..." he said softly.