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The fact they could become friends, or he will straight away turn on her. Or even whether he’ll lure her in for a while, then attack her in ways she imagined all too thoroughly. Things from her past, the time she was raped, the times she was hit, and the times she was humiliated, all because she chose to trust the wrong people. Worrying about all of these things, and having these painful memories rush back to her so quickly, caused Ruby to lose her breath for a few seconds, and for a few tears to fall. The now even more concerned boy asked her if she was ok and if she wanted him to leave. Drying her eyes, she then looked at his face once again and suddenly didn’t feel he was capable of all the things her head told her would happen. Ruby pushed all the horrible thoughts aside and gave him a faint smile, then looked at the bench quickly and back at the gentle looking face to give him the permission to take a seat. He did so, slowly and carefully though this time. She was not ready to talk yet as her heart was still racing due to the thoughts and the crippling anxiety she didn’t want to fully show. As he sat down, he could tell that she didn’t feel that comfortable yet, so he started to talk, breaking the deafening silence the girl heard, and hoped she would join in soon. He introduced himself and tried to make a few little jokes here and there to ease her so obviously tensed body. He spoke with a slightly high-pitched and jolly tone as to let her know not to be frightened of him, smiling as he did so. Eventually, the girl felt enough courage to join in properly after making a few little comments and giggles at his failed attempts at jokes, which secretly, she actually found more amusing than the jokes themselves. A short while later, they started talking properly, getting into deep conversations and opening up about some of the reasons she was on the bench in a flood of tears in the first place. The boy’s face held in a sympathetic expression. It was apparent to her that she didn’t even know the boy, and she was about to tell him more than she had ever told about herself to anyone else, but it all just ended up flowing like a waterfall, almost uncontrollable as she spoke of her past and present problems, crying as she did so, while the boy listened patiently and dried her eyes every so often.