Wrecked!

She glanced at her bruises; they were same the cuts from broken glass just like the night of 12th march 2014. Her eyelashes started getting damp, looking at the blood of hers on his hands. He was sitting along with those worried expressions, shouting for water holding her ankle. And suddenly she heard him sobbing like a child grasping his favorite broken toy. Even with moist eyes she smiled at irony of her thoughts. She was also once his favorite toy with whom he fell in love with after smashing her completely. He was struggling hard to stop the blood, which was spread all along the floor. Her calmness was disturbing. Not a stifled snivel left her lips, not even when he poured raw alcohol on her wounds. It seemed like she already knew from before that this was gonna happen, whenever they met after that night. It was always her blood and his hands. 

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