"Y'know, I saw him today."
"Who? Him?"
"Yep."
"And why are you telling me this? Just because I took your call doesn't mean we're alright."
"...I know... I get it. I- I'm sorry... I was just worried-"
"You don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself just alright. I did before you came and I still can."
"You're not the one I'm worried about. I know you can take care of yourself and that you are doing just fine without me if only better. I was worried about him."
"Go worry about him then."
Aish... He cut the call. Hot headed asshole. But who else am I gonna turn to? Should I call Ai'Man? But I don't have his number...
Argh... Why am I even concerned about him!?
But what about what I saw?
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Scars To My Beautiful (Short) || BRIGHTWIN ||
Fanfiction"W-What is that on your body?" I got a hold of his hand tightly, slowly crushing it as he whimpered in pain. "Keep that little head of yours out of places you don't need to fret about." A/n: I don't support the acts displayed in this work, even tho...
