Left Unsaid
Nov 6 · 5 min read
a love story unexplored

It always struck the same. First, she’d suck her cheeks in, smashing the thick skin between her all too perfect smile, forcing her tongue against the gap in her two front teeth. She’d bite down, never piercing the skin, but feeling the pressure in her forehead. It made her squint a bit. The hair would raise on her neck, making her shrug her shoulders and hold them up until the sensation stopped in her ears. The back…

