forum If Tears Left Scars // One-On-One // CLOSED

Started May 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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She shook her head. "No, but I could go for a drink." She sighed, shivering slightly at the memory of the night. She wasn't cold, but it made her shake.

"I don't have any alcohol around at the moment." He noticed her shivering and put an arm around her. "How does hot chocolate sound?"

She nodded. "Yeah. I haven't had hot chocolate for a while. What does it taste like again?" Her dad refused to let her have the warm drink, even if Daniel was able to have it.

He smiled and went into the kitchen, letting his arm slide off her shoulder. "Give me a minute." He pulled out a pot and poured in some milk. In about a minute the milk started to bubble and he stirred in a mixture of cocoa powder and sugar.

She gripped her phone, feeling safety in having it clutched in her hands. Looking around, Isla decided to sit down on the couch, waiting for Nathaniel to make the hot chocolate. She just hoped that her father and brother wouldn't come after her.

After a minute or two Nathaniel poured the cocoa into two mugs. He grabbed a small jug and splashed in a bit of cold cream. On a whim, he filled the rest with some whipped cream he had on hand. He took it out to the living room and silently handed one of the mugs to Isla.

She smiled at him as she took the mug from his hands, staring at it before taking a sip. The hot liquid flowed down her throat and made her feel warmed inside and out. As she brought the cup away from her lips, she looked at him, and her tear scars were ever so prominent.

He held up his mug. "Cheers." His eyes never left her face.

Isla's eyes flitted over Nathaniel's face, taking in his tear scars. His were so much softer than hers, but they were still there. It was no surprise, really. He had kind parents, and lots of friends. She didn't.

For a second it seemed the air was charged. Nathaniel looked away awkwardly. After a second he sipped his drink quietly.

She felt the tension in the air and looked down at her hot chocolate, eyes glancing over her small scars on her hands.

Nathaniel put his hand over hers. "You're safe here with me."

"I know," She said, looking at him with tears welling in her eyes. She blinked as she looked back down, tear falling from her eyes and landing on the whipped cream of her hot chocolate.

He pulled her closer to him. 'It's okay." He took her chocolate and carefully placed them both on the coffee table. Then with both arms around her he began to rock her slowly back and forth, his hand gently sliding up and down her back.

It was at that point that the tears really came. She sobbed into his shoulder, all of her emotions coming out at once. She'd been holding them in for years, but the flood gates suddenly opened.

He cradled her head in his hands. "It's alright. It's okay."

"Why…why do they do it?" She croaked out through sobs. "Why don't they care? What did I do to them."

He sighed deeply. "I don't know." There was a silence as he simply held her. "But one day… you won't be broken. I promise you that."

She looked up at him, fresh scars under her eyes and eyes still welled with tears. "How do you know that? My life isn't going to change."

He smiled gently. "It's unlikely that you will live with you family forever." He gave her a curious look. "Now if you mean having me with you, I doubt that will change."

"There’s always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark," She sighed, remembering a quote. "My mother used to tell me 'You don’t need all that armour. Because what lives inside, they can’t break.'"

He nodded. "That's right. And you- you have quite a bit of light inside of you still." He traced the scars on her cheeks. "Sometimes you have to break something to see what is truly inside. And sometimes…" He swiped his thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the tears. "The cracks are the way for the light to shine forth."

"Just like a glowstick. You have to break it's spine for it to shine," She said, using a well known but cheesy metaphor. "I just think that it'll take a while for me to heal."

"That it might." He looked at his watch. "Are you ready for bed now?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I could use a sleep right now." She yawned, suddenly struggling to keep her eyes open. She yawned again.