#xmicah

Blake was stretched out across her bed, head on Micah's shoulder and arm laid over his chest. She moved her arm forward, the action causing the fabrics of their clothes to catch. The loose sleeve of her shirt staying in place reveled the long scar that adorned her forarm. Shivers raced down her spin as Micah's fingers slowly traced the thin line. She swallowed the lump in her throat before speaking, her voice cracking as she did, "When I was 13...." Right there Blake told Micah everything that had happened, she cried and at times felt like she couldn't breathe but his presence kept her going in ways she wasn't entirely ready to acknowledge.