He ruined me, destroyed me, broken me, killed me. I cant even look at my self the mirror, because he devoured me and shattered me. Im not and will not take my self for granted but i will find him and take the things he took from me. This my my broken story.
Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry.
"They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood.
"This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived."
He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth.
"I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.