Glass Heart

He had glass skin. Sharp and jagged edges. Untouchable. Unlovable. She had sandpaper skin. Coarse and rough. Untouchable. Unlovable. When they first met, she lay her hand on his shoulder. The glass poked her and made her bleed. Her rough skin shaved fragments of glass off of him. A painful experience for both. But they... Continue Reading →

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