1 Work by ItsYuune
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A burning touch moved from his cheeks, soft fingertips slowly moving down through his neck, then to his chest, and stopping at one of his oldest scars, just between his left side ribs. The touch, the caress, was delicate, like he was afraid to break the skin, almost as if it was newly made.
"I was twelve." He answered the silent question and saw those silver eyes widen in another. "Children are ruthless, you know?" A small laugh escaped his lips, though it was humorless, as his mind wandered to those hurtful memories. "You can't please both the ones in control and those that are being controlled. You know that well, right? Life in an orphanage is hard." Slowly he closed his eyes, and Akira knew that was the end of that tale.