TW: Mentions of sexual assault
The war had been going on for as long as she could remember, her father only ever coming home occasionally. He always smelled of sweat and liquor.
Brianna always feared for when her dad came home. While it was nice to know that he was alive and there was still a battle that had not been lost, it didn't compensate for the thing he brought with him.
Her soft flesh being torn by the beast that looked like her father, her body shaking as it was being used against her will, the hot trails of liquid falling from her eyes as she couldn't stop him.
And then he was gone again, off to fight, leaving his only child by herself again. She preferred it that way, being old enough to take care of herself she didn't need anybody else. Other than her poetry she had no friends, her small stack of parchment the only thing keeping her company.
She hoped for something more though. She thought herself as selfish for ever hoping for that, but she couldn't help it, she didn't want to live in this life of torment. She didn't want to be herself anymore.
And thus begins our story of the love we so desire but never find in ourselfs.
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