"My love, your hurt." she kneels down in front of me as I sit down hard on the sofa.
"It's a cut, no need to worry." I lean down to inspect it but before I do she slaps my hand away.
"No, let me." trusting her I place me hands on my lap watching her take care of the cut on my leg.
She winces as I do as she slips her nail on to my cut.
I cut off her apologising and she continues.
"You really need to be more cautious." She tells me with a slight frown making me nod in agreement.
She finishes and helps me to me feet looking in my eyes giving me a reassuring smile. my heart warms as I feel loved and cared for.
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Life's illusions
RandomThis is just a collection of emotions turned to words, weather they are anger, saddness, jealousy, hatred, happiness or even love. Comment to satisfy my curiosity.
