Bandages and Scars

He’d broken through the years of armour she’d built around herself. He continued as her defenses fell away, the barrage cutting flesh before plunging into her heart. It was cruel not because of the words chosen but the truth they spoke.

There weren’t enough bandages to hide the self-inflicted wounds. Her fingers rough across the scars she’d bear for a lifetime.

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