She smelled like vanilla and an expensive perfume, a scent that used to mean safety. Now it just made me want to scream because I didn't deserve it. She kissed my forehead, her hand rubbing up and down my back in slow, soothing circles. I cried harder. I hated that she was still soft with me. I h
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