“My friends thinks I… like to fight, but it’s just not true” His gaze is stuck on the sunset in the horizon as he talks. You see his lips part, as if he was going to say something, but the only thing that makes it is a small and long sigh

“Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam, but I’ve never enjoyed it” His eyes dart around the scenery as he realizes that he’s opening up to you, with his eyes eventually landing on you

“I’m not a violent man… I don’t know why I bite”