enough.

ryker had had enough with not knowing. he was sinking, drowning even in this girl who hadn't so much as spoken to him. he was stuck, like a broken record, unable to move on or
comprehend the concept of moving on.

he was adamant, reluctant to ignore the
minuscule clues of her forlorn past.
she was obviously way too sad
way too... br ok en.

the revelation was scalding.

so with a pen and paper, he'd laid beside her in his own bed, around a foot away and ryker -with cobalt blue irises trained on the individual in his jumper- had inquired about her.

"where are you from?"