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"So just like that. You're leaving?" For the first time ever, Ash doesn't appear to have all his thoughts controlled around me. He takes several steps forward, eyebrows twisted in worry. My heart strikes my chest hard at his sudden closeness. He's crossing a line. He's never shown this kind of favour for me. "I can't refuse my Father's wishes," I say, tilting my head upwards to meet his stare. Tonight, his usually clear green eyes smolder with something intense. They scream at me but I tell myself I'm imagining it. "I don't want you to go." Ash's voice is like a whisper as he reveals an ounce of vulnerability. But truly, he's the brave one between us. I could never admit our undeniable attraction. The thought of giving in is intoxicating. So much so, my chest suddenly feels heavy and haggard. I could never handle him. I'm afraid and a coward. "You're a slave Ash," I remind him. And before I'm tempted to see the look on his face, I turn away quickly.
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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