VIOLET SWAN.

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

I look at the bandage on my arm and it’s impossible not to think about Eric. I can’t get out of my head that all of this is my fault. The white fabric reminds me where I am, who I am, and how much I’ve changed. My fingers instinctively brush against the soft material, as if needing to make sure it’s there… that I’m still here too.

“With this, your wounds will heal faster,” says the woman in white in front of me. Her voice is professional, but carr