he l o v e d
the idea of her.
not her herself.
"please stop yelling..."
but he was furious,
he was furious at the fact that her bruises were on display.
unknowingly, his hand shot up and gripped her azure tresses,
teeth gritting in the perpetuating silence.
he was angry.
and she was petrified.
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beautiful
Short Storystory #3 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse he thought he could fix her he thought he could make her b e a u t i f u l but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) © 2015 flawed-
