Broken tears, Bruised fear
the bruises grow on her skin, blossoming like flowers across the pale sharp mountains of her shoulder blades… She loves you.
This is a bit of a dark story. If you don't want to read it, I don't mind. Thank you!
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I'm terrified of the dark. I can tell you that for a fact.
"Why do you dislike the country so much?"
"Same reason I could guess you dislike the city, if you tweak it a bit."
"Oh, like I don't like too many people and you don't like it if there aren't enough?"