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by Violet
Rated: 18+ · Prose · Dark · #2230991
Written days after an assault
My fingers are ice and my nose is red but the sun is hugging all the trees around me. And I can’t stop clenching my fists or scratching my palms and I’m not thinking straight. I thought he was my friend. But I don’t remember how to relax my muscles or take a deep breath before I open the door. And the sun is smiling so I try to smile back and my fingers are still scratching my palms. Somehow my feet find the crunchy leaves and I kick through them and smile alone.

I felt death and I felt tears and you felt me.

I felt nothing.
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