Dear wrists,
I will forever be sorry for the pain that I've imposed on you. For cutting you open and spilling blood in the process. For slicing through your skin so deep that bruises formed. I'm sorry but I had to do it. Scars have manifested but they are always re-opened by my blade and my guilt. It sounds horrifying but I promise you everything is okay.
It was what I deserved for being like this. For pretending like nothing had happened. For protecting his reputation.
I'm sure others would agree.
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EPHEMERAL
Nouvelles[ inspired by twirlingwands' 'pithy' ] SHE WAS SORRY FOR THE INFLICTION DONE TO HER TEMPLE, THOUGH IT WAS NOT HER FAULT.
