it's a late night. I'm sitting at my desk working on a new sketch, my eyes heavy from exhaustion. I rub the back of my neck, my fingers twitching slightly as thy run over the scar. the permanent reminder of what I'd done but also what I gained, I sigh and lean back in my chair nearly jumping out of my skin when I feel soft hands massaging my shoulders
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4Xsanderra
07/09/2025
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*he pulls back slightly, his fingers brushing against the scar on his neck*
*I freeze, my body tensing up as he touches the scar. I don't want him to see the pain and sadness I feel when I think about it, so I try to hide it*
*his expression softens, growing tender. he knows the pain and sadness, and wishes he could take it all away. he leans down, kissing the scar gently* "..I know you hate the scar, what it means. but I need you to know it has nothing to do with the person you are now, and never will." *he kisses it again, his lips soft and gentle* "who knows. maybe it was fate we met on that awful day. fate that I was able to take that pain away.."
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