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First published October 11, 2015


I couldn't stop thinking about her
and Ididn't wantto.
She brought me piece without even trying.
My whole life has changed
Since you came in, I knew back then
You were that special one ..►♫
You're not broken.
A little scratched up, maybe.
She won.
I didn'teven seeit coming.
Just a few words out of her mouth
and I was basically her bitch now.

But we're stronger together than we ever
were apart. And I want you, because I know,
right here that you're the one for me.

"I just think you need to take your own time," I added a little breathlessly. "Just remember you aren't alone, no matter how long it takes."
We are all broken, that's how the light gets in. – Ernest Hemingway
"We both have our issues, Grace. But we're stronger together than we ever were apart. And I want you, because I know, right here," I stated, lightly pounding the spot over my heart, "that you're the one for me."
"Being scarred by something so horrible isn't the same as being ruined. You can only ruin yourself, Merrick, and that kind of destruction doesn't leave any visible scars."


"Now, let's remove your shorts."
I couldn't stop the words from leaving my mouth, and no matter how childish it sounded, I needed to know. "How disgusted are you? On a scale of one to ten."
She sighed and moved my arm aside so she could reach the waist of my shorts. "That's not a very good joke, Merrick."
"I'm not joking, Grace."
She stopped moving, but stayed close to me. I could feel her quick breaths on the skin of my chest. It was doing things to me that I hadn't felt in a long time.
I must be coming down with something. A fever maybe?
"There is no need for a scale because I'm not disgusted. You're scarred, Merrick, not ruined."
"They're the same thing."
"They aren't," she snapped.
I dropped my head, hoping my eyes were close to meeting hers or at least her face. "Then why does it feel like they are?"
Her small hand touched my cheek, the warmth from her fingers making me ache for more. She cupped my scarred jaw before running her fingers back, behind the damaged skin of my ear. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to. Not if it meant the moment would be over. Her gentle fingers followed the scarring up to my eye and over my brow. Her touch felt intimate, but more compassionate than anything else.
She hummed softly as her fingertips drifted back down to the scruff on my jaw. "It feels like they're the same because you haven't healed yet. Feels like your life is over because you've lost so much, and it hurts to even breathe." Her hand cupped my cheek again, and I wondered if this was her idea of being professional, because I'd double the pay if it was.
"Grace..." I breathed.
"Being scarred by something so horrible isn't the same as being ruined. You can only ruin yourself, Merrick, and that kind of destruction doesn't leave any visible scars."
I wanted to say something, anything that would make her see me as something other than a damaged man, but I couldn't think of anything. Maybe it was because she didn't really see me that way at all.


