SHE WISHED SHE COULD PRETEND SHE NEVER MET HIM, BUT SHE CAN’T IGNORE THE BRUISES ON HER HEART.

She left because Love isn’t supposed to be a prison. She left because Love isn’t supposed to be a whipping post. But when she did, she left the pieces of who she used to be with him– In his hands, between his fingers. She kept wondering if they made him bleed, if the next person… Read More SHE WISHED SHE COULD PRETEND SHE NEVER MET HIM, BUT SHE CAN’T IGNORE THE BRUISES ON HER HEART.