She whispered in his ears. In the sheets of his bed. From the side she touches him gently. Twirling her index finger in circle around his chest to his neck to his cheek. She's not smiling. Her eyes are locked on the movement of her finger. She finds his eyes; "Remember what you promised me?" Cold hearted he is, avoiding her contact. Without even looking, "No." Thus turning his back to the other side. Showing his bare back with maps of scars coming from every direction, leaving her speechless, as she struggles, gasping for a breath of air. She touches the roots of the scars. Some deep, some just remain as black bruises. She feels the heat from her chest, coming from the memories that plays in her head signifying every cut. One from the fights he got in to save her from the man she once loved, one from saving himself from having to ler her go, another from a fall, all with relations to her. The long hair she kept for him to play, for him to admire always, she tossed to the side. Swallowing her tears, salty and bitter, along with the love she still feels for him too much, too deep that it hurts beyond compare. "Well- I remember everything. Everything."
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