"She won't eat, will she?"
Dean shook his head as he walked over to me and sat, looking down at his hands. It took me a moment to notice how red the right one was.
"You hit her, didn't you?"
This time he nodded.
"Did you mean to?"
He shook his head.
"Do you regret it?"
Another nod.
"Do you love her?"
He stood up and walked away.
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Outside Looking In
Teen FictionHis name is Dean, hers Carmine Quinn. Most people just call her Carmine; Dean thinks both names fit her best. Dean and Carmine didn't fall in love, if you were wondering.
