As I see the new people and their stories flash before my eyes, I cling to them with everything I have. I try to melt the best friend to my arm, I ask the lover to blind my eyes, I beg for the martyr to instead plunge the dagger into my own heart. I plead with them to add their scars to mine and adorn me with the hardships I know none of us deserve, and can't help but want to punish myself with. I want them to sear their pain into my skin so I'll never forget them.
Y'see, the frustrating thing about time is that it really does dull the ache of loss and grief. I want their fire to burn me always, so I know they are with me. That they will not be forgotten in the hazy moments when I feel alone. In those moments I want to feel them near me, begging me to scar them with my pain.
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A/N: My cover art was drawn by NemmythePirate on DragoArt. I thought it was beautiful and fit my story well :)
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Scar Me
Short StoryA short story(?) I wrote about empathy and wishing I could take away the pain of others I encounter.
