How could you?
All I wanted was to love you, guard you, protect you, heal you.
Why did you hurt me like that? Why couldn’t you have noticed the way I groaned in pain, and not pleasure? Why were you rough with me? Why were you getting angry and impatient with me? Why did it have to be me? Why did you leave me there, bruised, torn, disgusted..?
The girl I once was, the cheerful, happy, go-lucky girl, died that day.