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"Fine." Stella replied, hiding her finger from view and stepping away from the roses.

His head churned for a moment. Roses She touched the stem. Roses have thorns.
"Did you prick your finger?"

"No." She lied, "Its not important. The garden is nice isn't it?"

Dirk tilted his head. "And a random subject change. That just proves you do, but you don't wanna tell me. Why?"

Stella frowned and looked away, "I don't like when people worry about me."

"It wasn't worry, just a simple question. A rose thorn isn't gonna end your life."
Ooooo, bad choice of words. He turned back around and tried to get lost in the flowers again.

Stella stayed quiet, He doesn't like me She thought and started to head back up the path, quietly.

He was too deep in his thoughts to notice her backing away. It was taking most of his willpower to burst into tears on the spot.

Stella went back inside and into her room, She laughed pitifully, "Guess I can't make friends…"

Yeah, there was a bench close by to him, but he chose to just drop right in his spot, still attempting to keep his welling tears at bay.

Stella listened to see if she could hear Dirk anywhere, she couldn't. "I got to go get him." She said and walked back outside to where he was. He was on the ground, quiet. "Dirk…?" She said softly coming closer to him.

He didn't respond. He just sat there, staring at his hands.

Stella looked at her white socks but finally rolled her eyes and got on her knees behind Dirk. It took her a minute but she gently wrapped her arms around him.

She could feel his shoulders stiffen under her arms for a moment, but he didn't pull away.
"What's the scariest thing you've ever seen?" he asked, his voice quivering lightly.

Stella frowned, she didn't know, "I don't know…"

He chuckled bitterly. "For the longest time I thought it was Twister. That Disney movie about the storm chasers trying to get data on a tornado with some crazy invention the main character cooked up? It still spooks me to this day."

"Never heard of it…" Stella murmured, leaning her head against his back.

He continued on like he didn't even hear her. "But now….?" His breathing became erratic and off-rhythm. "I had my little sister in my arms, the first responders told me. Said I wouldn't let anyone near her. All I remember was touching the back of her head, and pulling away with a hand…" he began sniffing. "A-a hand covered in blood. I tr-tried to wake her u-up, but she wouldn't. A-and I kept telling myself, 'No, she's just tired. It's around her naptime, so she's just sleeping. She'll be fine.'" He shook his head aggressively, shutting his eyes tight. "She wasn't f-fine. She died in my arms, my hands. Hands coated with her blood."

Stella hugged him tighter, not sure what else to do, "Dirk…"

"They d-didn't even let me see my parents," he mumbled. "I was thrown out of an open window into a ditch before the car started rolling. All I could see was the blood on the w-windshield." He began shaking his head again, letting out a small whimper.

"Oh, Dirk…" Stella said turning him around to face her her, "No…no…"

A couple of tears reflected in the moonlight as he whimpered again, choking back a sob.

Stella hugged him close to her, trying to wipe away his tears. "No, no, no…calm down…"

He buried his face into her shoulder, trying his best to get a hold of himself and failing horribly at it.

Stella sat there quietly, her arms wrapped around him.as he cried into her shoulder, "Do you want to go inside?" She whispered, stroking his hair gently.