The bruises that delicately littered his skin kept him up at night. New ones would appear nightly as well as the little thin lines on his arms. His soulmate would never give them enough time to heal before opening up a new cut. He would retrace the marks hoping they'd reach them. Comfort them in anyway possible.
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She woke up with gunglemort under her eyes. With a balled fist she began to rub it off with a yawn. She's on the ground... she remembered the events from the night before vividly.
