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i remember when you told me you were afraid.
and when i asked of what, you merely shook your head and laughed.

you said, well everything of course.

eternity, oblivion, the monsters that lurk in the wardrobe hidden deep beneath the clothes.
you were afraid of anything and everything, but one thing more than most.

the words slipped from your tongue, hesitancy hot on its heels.
the moment you realised what you said, you're face began to flush; your eyes widening with horror.

❝ i'm afraid of hurting you. ❞

and in that second, the world seemed to stop.
all of a sudden it all made sense.

the way your fingers trembled when they traced the curves of my figure,
the way you hesitated before your body moulded into mine.

the way you said my name, everytime you thought fucked up.

you were afraid of something that at the time was so incredibly impossible to do.
for i am not the type of person you will ever see break, at least not ever in the daylight.

many times i have broken myself in seclusion, hidden by the cover of darkness,
only to have fixed myself by morning.

the truth was now being,
you had hurt me in a way that no one could ever even attempt to fix.

you were afraid of hurting me;
yet you hurt me anyway.