"I have to wear sweaters every day of my life," she said sadly. "I have to hide the scars."
In her eyes I saw something I wish I had never seen : I saw a glimmer of disappointment. It was in herself, I realized. It was a pain she pushed down, a pain she wished that she didn't nurture.
A novella about pain, love, and everything in-between.
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