Let It Rain
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"Give me that." I take the towel from her as she comes out. Her hands are shaking. I rub her head with the towel trying to dry her hair. "I can do it." "Why are you shaking this much?" I touch her forehead. Temperature seems normal. "Are you crying Yen? What's wrong?" "It's just...." she seems hesitant. "What?" I try to ask her with a soft tone though all my soul is trying to get the shit out of me. "I have a little astraphobia." "You've got astraphobia?" She nods. "not... not.... not that severely but......" She can't finish the sentence. I pull her head into a hug on my chest, still covered with the towel. She wraps her hands around my waist sobbing. I can feel her firsts clenching on my t-shirt. She was shivering that day too. May be her desperateness to get outta that hell prevented her to be attacked. But she was afraid that day too. I should've asked her then. I should've held her then.
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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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