Sightful Fumes

Sightful Fumes

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Cold bitter wind and plaid scarves wrapped around my neck along with the jacket I owned for three years now, Crunching all the leaves on the ground for my satisfaction, while holding my mug of bitter coffee, the bus stop was busier than usual as the lady sitting on the bench argued to someone on the phone, I mentally and physically shivered, I felt the presence of someone but I just realized it was just crowded, I dozed off staring at the pavement, until looked up and saw him, his perfectly cornered jaw line and harsh eyebrows, the cigar in his lips was softly caressed as he lit it and took a long puff, I stared until we made eye contact, I shivered again not realizing it I caught a glimpse of him smile, shaking my head I waited for the slow arising bus approach me.
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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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