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Talia didn't answer for a moment as her free hand trailed her fingers over the scars on his arms. She herself had scars, though they were no where visible. No, her's were purely for self mutilation. It was only one time, but it was enough to scare those around her into avoiding her. She brought his arm to her lips and kissed his wrist softly, though she didn't ask why he had done it. Instead she lifted her shirt to show her hip. On it was a brand, caused by fire and blades. It formed a rose surrounded by thorns. A self made tattoo.
"It was one night, my parents were fighting more than usual and my father stormed out, his last words being he wished he had never started a family with her. He apologized when he came back, after my mother had already submitted me to the hospital for over night watch. Ever since, they fight behind closed doors. I still wonder if maybe it is my fault they never got the divorce they both want." She looked away from him, still nervous about telling him anything. "I have caused more pain and grief than anything else. No one deserved to be subjected to that." She ruined everything, only got in the way. It was evident in every part of her life. Her parents, past friendships, even in school.
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