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No one gets the fear or the shame. How it didn’t just leave when I was rescued, that it exists just beneath the surface of my skin. Yet, no one cares enough to peel back the first layer, all of them too afraid of just how dark the blood I’ll leak into them will be.
I would smell him in the air. Feel his presence behind my shoulder with every step forward I took. Hear his voice in my dreams. I’ve determined that only the bittersweet mercy of death’s hands would deliver me from him. I’m falling apart for everyone to see, and I can’t stop it.
Stephen Sinclair being free changes nothing for me. Behind bars, he held me prisoner, and he’ll do the same now.
Rook is my best friend, but if it meant killing me or saving Sage? I’d be dead.
The town may call this man a villain, but inside, he’s a lover boy. It gives off a smell. Good intentions and romance. His tender heart bleeds all over the ones he cares for.
In the beginning, breathing hurt without her. Waking up, knowing she’d never open her eyes again, made it physically impossible to inhale and exhale. Like oxygen was a reminder that I was alive and she was not. I sometimes hate that it’s easier now. That time has, in fact, made the loss of her hurt less.
Dropping pieces of her laugh, leaving them behind. Forgetting the smell of her perfume, losing the sound of her voice in my ear. It doesn’t hurt, and sometimes I wish it did.
She puts on a brave face, but she’s one moment away from shattering to pieces. When we are alone, I see it. I feel it. I saw it in my kitchen the other night. Saw it when she fell asleep on my couch, curled in a ball, protecting herself even when she’s unconscious.
