#vasilyevna02.

         IT’S  A  ROUGH  PATCH  OF  SKIN    there  on  her  forearm,    blistered  and  ugly  in  comparison  to  such  smooth  marble  flesh.    it  stands  as  one  of  the  few  blemishes  that  wasn’t  done  purposely,    as  reluctant  as  she  is  to  admit  nor  accept  that    —    a   burn    mark  from  a  candle  left  on  her  brother’s  bedroom  floor.   ‘ don’t  …    —    don’t  touch  that.  ‘

chris pulls his hand away quickly and gracelessly, as if the heat of the candle remains. he shrinks a little with shame  ---  it’s unlike him to initiate any flavor of touch, let alone those as personal as fingers against a scar.