She tried to force the tears out
But they wouldn't come
As he caressed her wooden face with his wooden fingers
After all of the pain he had dealt her
Every time he was present
She felt comforted,
Emptiness banished,
Despite his sick nature
She hugged her knees
Attempting to avoid his gaze
Even if she did care for him
'Believe me, dear,'
He told her,
'If you had a heart to stab,
I would on your request'
He stroked her short, choppy hair
And forced her face up
A look of such innocence almost hurt him
Almost
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Original:
She tried to force the tears out
But they wouldn't come
As he caressed her wooden face with his wooden fingers
After all of the pain he had put her through
Every time he was there
She felt comforted,
Despite his sick nature
She hugged her knees
Trying to avoid his gaze
Even if she did care for him
'Believe me, dear,'
He told her,
'If you had a heart to stab,
I would on your request'
He stroked her hair
And forced her face up
A look of such pureness almost hurt him
Almost
