The first time he sees her, truly sees her with no boundaries hovering unspoken between them, his heart cries out in pain. A jagged scar puckers out against the milk-
white skin of her abdomen. An angry line crawls across the delicate curve of her hip and snakes along her lower back. Her arms, arms so soft and gentle, are decorated
with marks that wind up her shoulders and vanish at her collarbone. Her legs look no less damaged and her feet are adorned with livid scars that coil around her toes.
Her eyes are downcast, as if ashamed, and her hands fidget with the skirts of a dress that had been discarded long ago. Abe's breath hitches at the glossy tears in her
eyes, her cheeks a deep shade of gold. She scoots closer to the bead, as if to cover herself, and he acts on instinct, his arm swinging out to stop her, his shaking fingers
latching around her wrist, firm but gentle. She gasps at the sudden movement in the still silence and sighs as he runs his fingertips over the raised scar there. He sees
so much in a single instant, so much she's always been too afraid to tell him. How much agony must she have been in to receive such wounds? He feels the pain she
suffered all those years ago, even the inner turmoil she's in now, and he has the sudden urge to erase the pain from her mind, kiss it from her skin. She starts, as if
sensing his thoughts, and the corners of her lips curl up in a smile reserved only for him. She wraps her arms around his neck, her wedding ring digging into his back,
just as his hands find the curve of her slim waist, his nails scraping against a small scar. Her eyelids flutter and he swallows her moan with his mouth.
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