they'd wanted to put her on suicide watch, attempting to keep her in the hospital for an indefinite amount of days.
but really, that attempt was futile
what with the lack of medical records
and her obvious disdain for the pristine place.
perhaps that's how she found herself,
tapping her crackly fingers to the beat of an old tune as ryker drove.
perhaps that's how she found herself knee-deep in ryker's ocean waves, body mounted by his bedspread as she'd requested that he stay.
and he contemplated her complexity,
wondering exactly how long it'd be until he'd found out something as little as her name.
or maybe why she was covered in pain marks and her nose was that awful shade of plum that the doctors had questioned him about.
not knowing that it was from a man only a town away.
not knowing anything and as oblivious as she would allow him to be.
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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-
