The scars are too deep and I'm afraid to look at them if I look into his eyes. There was his heart. So gentle behind his uptight attitude. So kind behind his quiet expression. I should've known. What's worse is that all the walls have been tumbling down from the moment we met. All there's left is that icy glass wall in between us. It's so thin. So easy to break and he would find my pieces. He would find the scars. Does he have the key to the room he's also trapped inside?
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