89. Past
Age: 20
"Tell me about your past."
They were sitting at an elegant café in New York to 'get to know each other'. Everything had been going well, until now. His face fell, but he was quick to put on a 'bad-boy' grin.
"Past is boring when we have the future."
"But, Cossy, past is what make you!"
His face hardened as he leaned away from her.
"I was the worst boy at school. Everyone hated me. That's my past, and how I’m made."
He was pleased to see his words cut her deeply. He got up, never to meet her again.