“I just have a couple questions,” whispered the shy breeze that opened the door.
“What is it?” I shuddered from the door’s icy breath.
Sunken, glassy eyes looked at me. About to speak - only hindered breaths escaping - she out-stretched her forearm to expose a shaking secret.
Crimson scars on slit porcelain.
“I didn’t mean to.”
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