The Writer
Your Doom
Amber looked at him and blinked. "Friend?" She tilted her head. "You consider me a friend? I've never had a friend before." She said with a bright smile. She looked at him and then looked down. She smiles as she drags herfingure in the sand. "I guess that's the problem with hiding you never met anyone." She sighed and then layed back down. "...It kind of nice." She said looking at him. She smiles a bit.