Chapter 2: Fear of a different kind

Would his touch erase the memory of yours?

Would his kiss cover the scars you left?

Would his embrace help to hold the pieces together?

It was easy to open my body to his, after all it is just flesh and bones, already too scathed to care.

Do I dare to believe at his hands I shall not be used, ignored and bruised?

The tears are still so easy.

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