Her hands trembled as she reached for what lie in front of her, a sight she hadn’t grown fond of.
A face, nearly scarred from the time it laid in the hands of another.
Poorly treated once before, unfortunately all to familiar with the rough touch of a lover.
One who is supposed to guard and protect you, is soon the one to turn and beat you to the ground.
A fear she had kept hidden inside, not wanting anyone to know the truth behind her brown eyes. Glazed over and protected by a thick black line, to make her feel pretty. Even though with one swift move, he made her feel like the ugliest person to breathe in the oxygen that he share.