BLURB
BLURB
He carries the guilt, she bares the Scars.
Let me tell you a story about a girl called Omoye.
We were just kids when I met her for the first time, I was drawn to her like we were meant to be in each other life somehow.
I believed that was when I fell in love with her.
All we did was play as kids do. I chased her around the street, it’s not my fault that we were not alone. It’s not my fault that he took her with him. It is not my fault I couldn’t stop him. It’s not my fault that he stole her innocence, I was only a boy.
Yet, as I look into her eyes right now I can’t help but be ridden with guilt. I did this to her. I hurt her. I am determined to protect her, I am no longer a child. I want to make things right. I can’t make the same mistake twice
TROPES AND CONTENT WARNING
no/low spice
gun violence
SA
estranged parents
No HEA
Mental health rep
Scared of being touch
