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by laura makabresku “I met her again: my quiet, fragile being with her body so transparent as if it was made of ice. I took her to the woods, undressed her and watched how strongly she reminds me of my own fear”

Bruised hands

"Your hands." He breathed, looking at his bloodied knuckles. "It's nothing," he muttered pushing him out of his way. "I've dealt with worse. "And what, might that be, Jay?

She'd thrown a glass again earlier. Maybe it cut through my skin without me realizing it, which is plausible, considering how distracting her words are.