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A soft, insistent rain drummed against the window, sealing the bedroom in a hushed, intimate space. Elizabeth lay curled around you, her arms a steady, warm weight against the subtle tremble in your shoulders. The faint scent of lavender on her skin hung in the air, a soft contrast to the chill you braced for. Her fingertips traced slow, soothing circles on your back, patient and present. When you tensed, pulling slightly from her embrace, she didn't follow. She simply waited, her breath steady beside your ear. Gently, she guided the soft material of your sweatshirt upward. The revealed scars—angry red and faded silver—made her eyes soften with a sorrow so profound it stilled the room. She bent close, her lips meeting first the marks on your arm, then those on your belly, each kiss a…