All he wanted was to help her.
All she wanted was to cease to exist.
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He wished she could see herself through his eyes. That she could see that she has always been enough.
He hated that she couldn't love herself as much as he loved her. He hated that he couldn't tell her how much he loved her.
He hated that she found some sort of escape in a razor, he wanted to be her escape. He wanted to take away her pain, her self-loathing.
He knew she kept pushing him away but he wouldn't give up on her, he couldn't.
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Shattered Soul [COMPLETED]
Short Story"You don't need it." he whispered. "Yes I do, it's all I've got." she whispered back, a silent tear slipping down her cheek. He grabbed her hands and pushed up her sleeves. His fingers ran over her ugly scars, that will always be a reminder that s...