The corners of their lips followed the same upward direction as their eyes rising to catch mine staring. Smirking they'd ask "What? Do you think we're emo or something?" I'd shake my head, avert my gaze. "I think you're pathetic." They would take this in as their sleeves and smirks fell, some shrugging on jackets - sadness and anger being covered back up for the time being. Sometimes they look as if they've seen the relation and revelation in my eyes, and sometimes they don't get it at all.
