[color=ed1c24][b]Annabelle Wiley|Mood: Content|Tags: Sebastian[/b]

I stare out the window most of the time, tightening my grip and wincing at every bump. Due to a childhood injury, I wince in pain when I am bumped. Occasionally, Sebastian bumped into me. I winced a little less, smiling to know it was just him. He had no idea about the injury, for I had never told him.[/color]