the next day i hesitantly rolled my sleeves and stared at the marks, the uncountable red marks.
i carefully traced them with my finger and wondered if i had more scars on my body that stars in the sky.
you kept staring at me, but i got lost into them that morning at 2:39.
"you are beautiful."
those words took me by surprise, since nobody ever told me that, and i didn't believe i was beautiful.
"can i ask you a question?" i finally spoke that day. you nodded, your eyes lost in mine.
"why do you count stars?"
the corner of your lips twitched, as if fighting a smile.
"can i ask you a question?" i nodded.
"why do you count your scars?"
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stars [n.h]
Short Story[complete] he counted stars. she counted scars. in a 24 hour cafe. how many nights did it take to count the stars? song for the story: all of the stars by Ed Sheeran [trigger warning]
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