“I should have obeyed the fates, I should have stayed away,” he said, pressing a hand to his head and grasping at his hair. “At least I couldn’t hurt you then.” A stab pierced her insides at his words. She wanted to tell him that she didn’t mind. That her body could do nothing besides bruise and bleed. In fact, her body did it best. She bruised and bled like no other. So much so that her father had turned her into a spectacle for it. But why was he not laughing like her father and the monsters made of men had? Why was he staring at her as he was? Why had he never laughed?
