Love or Lust? :Mark Tuan fanfic

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I can still hear your voice in my head. Your tender touch lingering on my skin.

The shower ran red with my blood after you left last night. Red lines disfigure the skin on my arms.

You didn't notice the last marks. Either that or you didn't care.

Each line represents each time you said you would always be there for me, yet didn't mean it.

Do you know how many there are now?