ForeverShe put her arms out so that she could look at her hands. She remembered how they (laughably) used to be her favorite feature; they were soft, pale, and delicate hands with the nails naturally in perfect curves. Over time they had grown old, callused here and there, and held bruises from the hard work she had performed over the years.More Like This
He had always loved her hands; he had loved kissing them and cradling them in his own. He had told her that he loved everything about her: her smile and her laughs, how she looked when she was annoyed, her golden hair that would shine so brightly in the sunlight, the oddly shaped birthmark she was sometimes ashamed of, the way she would hug him back and kiss him like there was no tomorrow. Then he'd pick her up and twirl her around and they'd laugh so loudly that everyone around them would either give them strange looks or wide smiles.
But now all she could think about was how no one could love these hands now. As she lay there on the ground in the empty