he's gone. you peeled that scar from the back of your hand and left him behind. you fall to the ground knowing how much worse it could've gotten.

but you made it. you're safe now.

he won't be able to find you anymore. no more will he touch you like that.

you'll always remember him, though. and you'll do your best to avoid anything that makes you think of him.

it's a broken heart that you carry, one encased in ice and buried deep inside of you now.

"i'm happy"

you think to yourself.

but you understand more than anyone else that he still lives behind your eyelids.