"Bella, I need you to-" he cuts off, aggravated and I tried to find it within me to comfort him. A hand on his hair, stroking whilst the other plays with the t-shirt that he's put on.
I, on the other hand, am naked.
He can see everything – all the scars; like the one that my Dad gave me on my birthday simply because my birthday signified that I had lived another year.
He's not disgusted; he's not put-out…
… He's not anything, really.
And it's so, so strange.
"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask him and he looks up at me, having closed his eyes, frowning.
"You have to understand…" he said, his hand twitching, moving closer to his wrist.
And that's when I understand. And I do…
… He's got scars of his own.
Yep. I'm sorry that I had to mar his fucking gorgeous body. But it seriously isn't that bad. :D
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P.S. Tomorrow's updates may begin a little later. My brothers arriving and things will be crazy. :D
But, I will get a few out to you. Promise.
I enjoy reading and hearing your thoughts. :D