MARK
vittoria sabatinorejected by my matetrading my ex for his brother
Gently, I laid her on my bed and removed both our shoes, and then I lay down beside her, guiding her to lay her head on my shoulder and her arm around my stomach.
“I don't remember anything they did to me.” she whispered after a while.
“No?”
“No.” she squeezed me a little more “Sometimes I think that’s even more terrifying than if I could remember it, because there are the pictures, that is me in all those images, but I can't fit them with me.”
“Don´t torture yourself like that, please.” I begged feeling that my eyes began to sting when I heard her tone of voice.
“It's not wanting to torture me, it's just that it's there. It's not something tangible or something I can erase, it’s just... the
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