My Scar Is Not My Choice – 50 Word Story

”I used your words to draw my scars. What could I leave?” He hisses through clenched teeth as he glides around the floor like a shark lost in an ocean of blood trying to find the sea to breath.

“My scars are deeper. My scars you can’t see,” she says.

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