I never knew
What interested Peter at the moment was the patchwork of scars that marred his roommate's chest and back. They bore silent witness to the experiences that had shaped this person into the man he was today—healed burns, deep gashes. Peter gently ran his fingers over some of the largest marks."I'm sorry, Gabe," he whispered. "I never knew."
What happened?
ReplyDeleteYou mean the scars?
ReplyDeleteYeah.
ReplyDeleteThe burns are mostly from Foster but some of them are from my father using me as an ash tray. The larger scars are from Foster as well. The smaller ones are from my father. They have faded over time.
ReplyDeleteWhat an asshole.
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