The tails of the flogger bite my skin, sweetly.
"Count.", he says sternly.
"Four...", the sound of leather meeting skin.
"Five...", again.
"Six.", again, and again.
He strokes the spokes of the ferris wheel that is in jet black ink, just above my tailbone.
He runs his finger over my nub, and brings his glistening finger to his lips, sucking on it.
"Lemony.", he jokes.
...and with that, he flips me over, his blue eyes charged with electricity, as he bends down, hooking his lips onto mine, and I realize...
Nobody is ever truly broken. And nobody is ever, nobody. All we have to do is look at each other. No matter how bad our wounds, we are never, nobody. We can find ourselves, in each other's bodies, in our hearts, we can heal each other's scars.; our broken ribs, our bullet wounds in our shoulders, the pain you feel when you care for a new tattoo; the nightmares a war hero has; the person who holds you close when you wake up screaming from those nightmares. We cannot be nobody, as long as we are alive. We are here together, to heal each other. We're all in Chicago, we're all on this planet, for each other, to heal each other, to find ourselves. We are never, nobody.
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Be Brave
FanfictionAfter the war, Tris, and the people in her life are slowly beginning to recover from their losses, and finding new ways of life; trying to find life again in a world that is destroyed, but rebuilding itself. Tris begins to find out more about Tobias...
