Living With What One Would Call Frankenstein's Monster

Living With What One Would Call Frankenstein's Monster

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His eyes were kind and filled with life, but to the people of the world and God himself the man was an utter and complete abomination in all religious and natural order. He wasn't scarred or stitched together poorly. He was pure and filled with life. No one would have known he was created not born. He looked all to normal.. He was what I thought never was. He was perfect.
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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.

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