Hin looked at her neck in the mirror.
It can't be... she used her hand to touch the spot.
It...it's still there...
A scar, barely visible, sat there innocently.
She put her hand down.
I-
And left the scar alone, leaving the mirror and going back to her room.
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General FictionMe trying out wattpad cos I havent touched it in a long time. I'm trying out third person cos' I usually do first person, and I'm trying to experience "a different species of writers". (I swear, writers who draft directly on Wattpad are a whole diff...
