You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
•jodi picoult•
Tim's POV
I loved her, I thought, holding her against my body.
Her breathing was rough, jagged, her eyes were glistening, her heart was pounding against mine, her fingers were gripping my shirt and her knee was pressing into my thigh.
She was a broken piece of glass.
She was invisible except in glaring light, and people weren't light enough, weren't bright enough to have the privilege of truly knowing her as a person and not what her bruises said about her. She was thoroughly damaged, cracked and snapped and broken.
"I love you." I whispered hoarsely, my thumb drawing circles on a small piece of exposed skin.
She shook her head slowly, but that was it.
"Olivia, I love you."
"Please." Her voice was small. "Don't love me."
"Why?"
Her voice shook. "I don't know."
"Then I love you."
She bit her lip. "I... I love you too, Tim."
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Bruises
Teen FictionOlivia has been abused by her brother all her life, and she has the bruises and burns to show it. When she makes a stand and moves out, she meets a boy; a wonderful boy. But the two boys, brother and lover, are connected, and Olivia is scared. Sc...
