"I don't want to talk about it."
That's all that Beatrix needed to say, but it was clear to Vivian that things had not gone as well as Beatrix had hoped.
Like Vivian, Beatrix was seventeen, too young, naive, and hopeful, even with her terrifying personality. If one shed all these layers, one would find just a normal girl who had built many walls around herself.
The previous night, Vivian and Beatrix had been sitting together the same way, and they had had a lengthy conversation. Vivian spoke about herself, and so did Beatrix, but every time Beatrix said something, Vivian seemed aware of her struggles in life and how she had become who she was.
