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muserevival2015-08-19 12:23 am
tells_no_lies) wrote in muserevival2015-08-19 12:23 am
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002.5 // random / quote
“There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.” – Harry Crews
He'd never really given much thought to scars before that moment in that cramped airplane bathroom. He had a few; most of which he couldn't remember getting; but they'd never impacted him in any real way. Hers, however... hers had set his teeth on edge. Her scar had changed so many things. From his perception of her and outward, until if left him questioning his entire outlook on life. It was as though that scar had been a missing puzzle piece into the life and mind of Lisa Reisert. It all fell into place and made sense, gazing upon that slight pink line of raised flesh. And in that moment, he wanted to damn the person who gave her that scar. Because as that scar had healed; hard and rigid; so had she. That toughness that came with scarring... that had been the beginning of the end for him.
Her scar healed and so had she, forever changed from the person she'd been before it.
He wonders if it's the same now, with her new scars. If she feels the same way about hers as he does about his. The ones SHE gave him. Because while her scars made her stronger... he thinks his scars may have weakened him. Yes, he was certainly changed forever like her, but not for the better. Mentally... emotionally? As they healed, he didn't. No, his festered and began eating away at him. Perhaps that was why he found himself outside home late at night, once again. Trying to heal those scars so deep inside him and go back to a time when things were simpler. A time where he didn't crave her and her wretched resilience in his life.
He'd never really given much thought to scars before that moment in that cramped airplane bathroom. He had a few; most of which he couldn't remember getting; but they'd never impacted him in any real way. Hers, however... hers had set his teeth on edge. Her scar had changed so many things. From his perception of her and outward, until if left him questioning his entire outlook on life. It was as though that scar had been a missing puzzle piece into the life and mind of Lisa Reisert. It all fell into place and made sense, gazing upon that slight pink line of raised flesh. And in that moment, he wanted to damn the person who gave her that scar. Because as that scar had healed; hard and rigid; so had she. That toughness that came with scarring... that had been the beginning of the end for him.
Her scar healed and so had she, forever changed from the person she'd been before it.
He wonders if it's the same now, with her new scars. If she feels the same way about hers as he does about his. The ones SHE gave him. Because while her scars made her stronger... he thinks his scars may have weakened him. Yes, he was certainly changed forever like her, but not for the better. Mentally... emotionally? As they healed, he didn't. No, his festered and began eating away at him. Perhaps that was why he found himself outside home late at night, once again. Trying to heal those scars so deep inside him and go back to a time when things were simpler. A time where he didn't crave her and her wretched resilience in his life.
His fingers touch his throat and he swallows hard. He should get moving. She had to be at work in an hour.
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