The Scar
How much time had passed, Daphne was unsure but her body told her it was a while. She just couldn’t bring herself to move from her spot. Her knees were pulled to her chest, head resting on her knees while she slowly rocked herself side to side. At least now she was able to breath deep, but she was likely disassociating. A soft thud of wood on tile caught her attention, they were so quiet that Daphne could never hear them moving around unless they deliberately made noise. Shifting her head so she was looking to the right, she saw Riven sitting on the floor beside her. A small wooden bowl with water and a wash cloth sat between them. He did not look at her but sat there with his forearms resting on his knees. He appeared to be disinterested as he stared at a far wall. “Did you know?” Her
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