Always

“I’ve never seen scars like these.” She traced the ripped flesh across his back, the contusions, the dried blood. She’d have wept if not for his tender smile.
“I removed them,” he said in a voice deeper than time.
“Why?”
“So I might never leave you, nor ever be made.”
“Then, you are?”
“Was.”
She looked from his violet eyes, sharp and penetrating, to the wreckage of a once beautiful body.
“You did this for me and yet I have given you nothing.”
“You have given me everything, for I see beyond the now.”
She stepped closer, laid her hands upon his cold flesh, and stroked the scars with her fingertips. “You see our future?”
“I see all futures.”
“Will you always love me?”
“I always have.”

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