Genevieves POV:
We lay on the bed talking about my scars. My stomach was turning just talking about them. Feeling like I’m reliving them all over again. He realizes how it’s upsetting me and pulls me in to his chest.
“We’re okay now. I wish I could’ve been there for you.” Ophelia pouts.
“It’s fine. I’m okay.”
“We don’t have to talk about it any more. But I am glad you shared with me. I’m sorry I looked. It really wasn’t my intention, but I’ve seen scars here and there and it’s just been eating me alive.” He said.
“It’s okay, I shouldn’t hold it in forever. As sickening as it is, it feels better getting it out. Thank you for listening.” I said. I inhaled deeply, my lungs filling with his scent. It’s the most calming thing ever. Before I know it I’m fast asleep.
A few weeks later:
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