I cradle her small body in my arms, the small of her back pressed against my stomach. I can feel her soft breathing, in, out, in, out. In the night, when she's sleeping, she loses her pain and her mystery. She presses herself farther into me, like she's trying to hide herself from something. I stroke her cheek, run my finger over her pronounced cheekbone. Every bone in her body sticks out despite the considerable amount of muscle that she possesses. The raised lines on her arms that give her a fierce look in the daylight simply seem surreal now, just an illusion, a shadow. I want to keep her safe from the world but the truth is I really need to keep her safe from herself.
Well, what do you think??
Anything?
Rykes
YOU ARE READING
Broken Knives
RomanceRed wells from the line on my arm. It swells over the edge and begins to seep out. I watch, mesmerized as crimson drips onto my leg. Without a second thought, I raise the knife again and drag the tip across my left arm.
