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Submitted by Muireann 17 days ago

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This was written to be about Thirteen, because even though it's obviously never going to happen I'm still a Thutner shipper, but it really could be about anyone. It's all in the interpretation.


I Bruise Easily

It’s funny how when no one’s touched you in a really long time, even the smallest amount of contact can leave a mark, how a connection forms even if they only happened to bump against you, how if something happens to sever that connection it can scar you worse than if someone cut you open.

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I just want everyone to know before they read this that I am not depress and these are not my real feelings towards life. Also, I want everyone to know that if this fic seems a little confusing or it jumps around a lot, it's because I wrote the last line first and then built the enire fic around it. I'm going to say that this takes place somewhere between Wilson's Heart and Lucky Thirteen because that's where it seems like her feelings are the closest to these. I feel that this is one of my darker fics. Be forewarned.

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She closed the door to her apartment and leaned against it. She sighed. This Christmas was one of the best of her life. Kissing Foreman was different than the one-night stands she shared with those women in those bars. It was meaningful. But she knew that there were always consequences to kissing one of your bosses. Hopefully, this consequence would turn out to be a good one.

She fed the fish she had bought. She named it Wilt, after her late older brother, Wilter Hadley, who died in a car accident before she was even born. Her mother always picked strange names because her...