A Scar In Your Making

I wrote these words months and months ago while scheming up some fiction characters for a story. I never used them, or even named them, but today I share an encounter between them.


I'm just a scar in your making. Not simply a bruise. I'll stay here forever. You'll be marked. I just don't know if I can do that to you.

She whispered the words as she glanced at his sleeping face. 

She could only speak to him this honestly when he was asleep, when his body was relaxed, deep into the night. 

She lay back down, back to where she had been before another dream about them had woken her. The dream was consistent and in it she was walking away from him. Down a path with trees down its side. Not a forest path but a path in a city park. It was always Fall in the dream, the turn of the season where the leaves are red, the sky is blue, yet the air isn't warm. 

She was always leaving. He stood there and watched her go. In her dream she was always standing behind him, eyes watching him stand still as she left. She could see herself, body shaking in tears as she walked. Away away away.

She lay back down and drifted back into sleep. 

As she fell he opened his eyes. He'd been awake the whole time, as he usually was whenever she was restless.

He leaned to his side of the bed and pulled the switch for the bedside lamp. His eyes turned back to her. 

He loved her troubled heart and loved her cheeks that flushed even now as he looked at her. He loved watching her and he hated the tears that he had heard her share with her cheeks minutes before. 

He wanted to tell her that they would be okay, that they would get through this. Yet he was not quite sure. 

He thought back to what she has whispered above his head. 

I'm just a scar in your making. Not simply a bruise. I'll stay here forever. You'll be marked. I just don't know if I can do that to you. 

Didn't she know she already was a scar on him? Didn't she know he needed her more than any human he had ever encountered? She would leave a mark but wasn't that reason to stay?

His gaze stayed on her face as he listened to the clock tick its way through the night. Eventually, he leaned over and kissed her nose, whispered that he hoped she would stay, and drifted back to where she was in sleep.

She woke at the sound and got up to turn off the lamp on his side.

And then she.


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