BASH

Trinity shakes her head. And that's when tears roll down her cheeks.

Jesus Christ.

"Don't cry, please?" I beg as I wipe her tears.

"Am I always like this? I always ended up broken. I never get what I wanted." She pauses, sniffs, and plays with her fingers while looking down at her hands on her lap.

Shit. She's killing me.

"I never get your attention since we were kids. I always wanted to draw and paint, but when you left, I stopped because I ...