A Broken Little Girl
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She's a broken little girl..
Staring disdainfully into her twisted, steel blades. Blank, emotionless.
Her dull grey mask covering her lusts and wants. But she can never show them.
Oh no, they would never forgive her.
Her father would never allow her.
She gave up her soul a long time ago, auctioned off to the shadowy silence.
But who can bring it back?
You, boy on fire?
Maybe, maybe.
You see how a glimmer of light sparks in her dull, blank eyes whenever you slip into the room.
And don't get me started on your fire…
She's a big girl, no? You know she can handle herself, with that cold stare piercing your heart like a thinly edged knife.
She can handle herself, she really doesn't need protection.
But who will protect her heart?
You, boy on fire?
Well, you can try.
As you slip the small Sai back up her dark blue sleeves next to the sharpened daggers, away from the trembling hands, the broken little girl lifts up her head.
Your gaze locks.
Your fiery red-rimmed eyes search her stormy grey ones, and you decide right then.
You decide that it will be you who fixes this broken little girl.
You, boy on fire?
After all, she IS the only one you let touch your scar,
A lingering caress, really.
And you ARE the only one she allows to capture her broken, little heart.