As her thick, black, tousled hair made it's way onto her soft skin, she couldn't help but remember the times he used to run his big hands over her tiny face, and push the strands back behind her ear, causing all her worries to fade. Her lips quivered subconsciously as a tear dropped onto the paper she was holding. She kept replaying the events of last night. Notably, his hurtful words. She unknowingly traced her delicate, petite fingers over her bruised arm through her sweater. No one can know about this, she thought. It was just a misunderstanding. Yes, a misunderstanding.
