Silence takes over and I can't think of anything to say. I mean, saying something like Hey, so you're a criminal, eh? That's cool wouldn't blow over well and nothing else comes to mind. Sighing, I eat and drink as if I'm alone, not ignoring her but not speaking.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes