“—What do you mean?”
[ Does she look that bad? Morbid and all. Starlet lost her shine, she may be breathing, but her grey complexion do not blend well with any make-up ]
“Maybe, I-I can’t remember much…so there goes that..”
“I don’t know, I – it’s just … I don’t know.”
[ He does, really, but he’s too amiable to admit it. He’s sure she does, too, though; how could she not? Nearly decaying features don’t go so easily unnoticed. He would know – he’s witnessed a girl in the epitome of her crack addiction. The two females share one attribute; they both appear to be walking corpses. ]
“Why not? Is anyone taking care of you?”