He Tries To Fix The Wounded

by artistsrunwild

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He didn’t quite know how to react. He was grateful that she had told him. Carrying that weight way too far. He wanted to help her, but he just wasn’t sure what to do.
Instead of speaking, he took her into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. And the bruises that you feel will heal.
“I will never hurt you,” he whispered. “I’m not like that.” The guy who put his hands on you, has got nothing to do with me.
Her tears continued but she loosened in his arms slightly. He couldn’t believe that someone would’ve tried to hurt her. Had hurt her. My fingers catch the sparks at the thought of them touching you. He held her tighter.
Her eyes fluttered closed and her sobs quieted. Her breathing became rhythmic, slow and gentle.
He set her carefully against the pillows and awed at how beautiful she was. Letting her sleep, he tiptoed out into the kitchen and made himself some coffee. His room-mates were still out, so he sat at the table and stared out the window. She would be okay. He would make sure of it.

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Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. He Tries To Fix The Wounded

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    Posted 10 months ago

    “Wounded” – Third Eye Blind

  2. He Tries To Fix The Wounded

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    Posted 10 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    I wish someone would protect me like that…this is my favorite one so far. This is amazingly beautiful!

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