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"Hey."

You wave up at Tyler and smile.

You're still waiting for when he gets tired of you, just like everybody else does. It'll be soon. People don't just like you for you. The only reason they even talk to you in the first place is because they feel sorry for you.

You really hope Tyler's different.

Then again, you hope everyone you meet is different, but they always turn out to be the same.

You tilt your head to the side and point at Tyler's hand. Or rather, what he's holding in his hand.

A ukulele.

"What? Oh, this?" Tyler proudly shows you the instrument. "Remember when I said I like to sing?"

You nod. It was only two days ago.

"I use this to play music," he says with a childish smile. "W-While I sing."

He sits down next to you and holds the ukulele tightly.

"Wanna hear?"

You smile and nod eagerly.

Tyler bites his lip and looks down.

Not being able to talk, you've learned to communicate through emotions. You can read people's expressions extremely well, as if you're simply reading a book.

And right now, Tyler looks petrified.

He finally shakes his head.

"Maybe tomorrow."

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