[ a dry sob, clenching, characteristically quiet and quickly restrained.
he knows more of her than anyone here, and he doesn't think she's ruined. it's good. it means the world, and it's good. just like it's good that nobody knows her skin crawls when she walks past an alleyway, that she keeps her nails trimmed short to avoid finding seeping red crescent-moons on her skin after a night of bad dreams.
it's good, but it's horrid.
her best friend doesn't know her, and she doesn't want him to ]
sorry
[ i'm not brave enough to let you see the rest of me ]
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he knows more of her than anyone here, and he doesn't think she's ruined. it's good. it means the world, and it's good. just like it's good that nobody knows her skin crawls when she walks past an alleyway, that she keeps her nails trimmed short to avoid finding seeping red crescent-moons on her skin after a night of bad dreams.
it's good, but it's horrid.
her best friend doesn't know her, and she doesn't want him to ]
sorry
[ i'm not brave enough to let you see the rest of me ]