[deity]

wreckage

She has a deep red scar that reaches from the top of her breast, all the way to between the valley of her chest and stops right above her belly button. At first, he didn't want to say anything, afraid it might upset her, but she eventually caught him looking at him while she was getting out of the shower.

"It was a car wreckage," she says, eyes soft and gentle. He looks startled, not expecting such a confession.

"Me and my sister were high-tailing it down the highway in her convertible. A guy on a motorcycle came by and we hit him."

She becomes thick in voice, emotion just barely showing through with deprived, starved grips.

"Me and my sister ended up pretty badly hurt, but at least we didn't come home in a body bag."