Underneath it all
A/N:Big hugs and kisses to my beloved friend "50 shades of Pitch Perfect" for inspiring and encouraging me to write this. I don't own anything! Please R&R!
Chloe's Pov
I trace the fine white line across her stomach with my index finger, slightly elevated, 32 stitches, I don't need to count them. I can feel her tensing up.
It's been almost a year now, almost a year since I received her call in the middle of the night, since I almost lost her. I remember it like it was yesterday, and I know she does too. I sigh. The sight of Beca, covered in blood and tears, a glass fragment stuck in her lower abdomen, would be forever imprinted in my memory.
She wipes my hand away. "Don't" she whispers on the verge of tears again.
"I love you Beca. With everything. With your scars, visible or not" I say looking up at her. I've said these words so often, they began tasting bitter on my tongue.
Feelings have been there since she began dating that asshole, but we both had been too afraid to admit.
But that fatal night changed everything. But it also had crushed her spirit, damaged her soul beyond 32 stitches.