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Scars
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Ongoing, First published Mar 29, 2016
Mature
This abyss consumes me deeper each day. It's my business, not anyone else's on how i really feel inside. This mirage, this mask, that I wear everyday gives people the thought that they even have a glimpse of who I really am. Truth be told, they know nothing. DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS STRICTLY FICTIONAL, EVENTS IN THIS STORY HAVEN'T HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE.
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50 parts Complete Mature

As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019