save me

save me

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She uses silence as an armor. He uses lies to hide his faults. She pretends she's okay. He pretends he's fine. Both are complete strangers until they realize that what they need is each other in order to heal each of their own scars. Date started: 04/15/18 Date finished: have-no-idea-yet
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A story of love, pain, and second chances. In a world where friendships crumble and kisses taste of betrayal, some wounds cut deeper than skin. A lover's touch can heal-or destroy. Behind every smile hides a secret. Behind every promise, a lie. And in the ashes of loss and sabotage, hearts still ache for the kind of love that survives it all. Different, yet the same-bound by the bruises and scars of their choices, their pasts, their mistakes. Some wounds break, some redeem... but in the end, love always leaves its mark. *** ⚠️ Disclaimer: Sensitive Content This story explores themes of sexual abuse, human trafficking, grooming, emotional trauma, domestic violence, and morally complex relationships. It delves into the long-term psychological impact of abuse and how it can distort one's understanding of love, trust, and self-worth. The characters, their actions, and their choices are entirely fictional and are not intended to condone or glorify abuse, manipulation, or inappropriate relationships of any kind. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Started: May 2025 *** Bruiseprint - a made-up name. Some loves leave marks, not just the kind that hurt, but the kind that shape us. They stay with us like prints. Our bruises tell stories. Pain leaves a print, but so does healing. This is the imprint of a love that changed them both. Thank you for reading ❤️♾️

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