𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨 ⊵ 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒆

One was too afraid to speak, so she silenced him. One was too afraid to show, so she hid him. One was too afraid to leave, so she chased him. One was too afraid to break, so she healed him. One was too afraid to lose, so she kept him.

She was too afraid to love, but they broke her

They were sinners, she made them saints. They were cold, she made them warm. They were hurt, she made them heal. They were drugs, she was the antidote.

- - -

" But that bruise acted more like a scar, although...not. She knew it would fade, perhaps fade into nothing or maybe, fade into something sardonic, cruel and merciless. She knew it wouldn't be permanently there, she would never let something like that stay forever. The only thing she was afraid of was: the mere bruise becoming something that would leave a deadly scar behind.

Bruises are meant to mend, they are meant to heal in a matter of time. But the thing is, through that period of healing, it hurts, depending on how bad the impact was, the pain just gets worse and worse. Each time someone presses down on it, touching it, it feels like an aggressive pit of fire that stirred around in ones stomach, ready to fire out like rockets.

Before you know it, you've done the same thing that someone had done to you

Leaving a bruise behind. "

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