My shoulders drop, and part of me wants to throw her away, but the other fucking part wants to cage her in my arms and never let go. So I just remain still, not giving in to either. She pulls away slightly and freezes, then runs her fingers over the new scars on my chest, courtesy of her fucking lover. Scars I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for her. I’m about to restart the death circle of rage and anger, but then she stares up at me with shiny eyes and sniffles.
