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“I wear my scars, they don’t wear me.”—Anonymous
She gave him her trust. He gave her lies.
She gave him a sign. He gave her shut eyes.
She gave him a plea. He gave her closed ears.
She gave him a reason. He gave her silence.
She gave him a warning. He gave her his back.
She gave him tears. He gave her a laugh.
She gave him Verona. He gave her Vegas.
She gave him her heart, blood fresh on her hands from where she clawed it out of her own chest. He gave it back, shattered, bat still in hand.
She gave him a sigh. He gave her the finger.
She gave him choice words. He gave her a smack.
She gave him defeat. He gave her a smirk.
She gave him nothing. He gave her nothing in return.
She gave him goodbye. He gave her begging cries.
She gave him a chuckle. He gave her a promise and his soul.
She gave him both right back, then walked away, suitcase in hand. He gave her broken sobs, as her figure disappeared into the brightness of her future, leaving the darkness of her past…behind.