She lets strangers caress her skin with an affection that’s just temporary because her skin is a war zone. She tells me how she hopes a strangers touch would fight off the black and blue affection he buried into her skin. I hope one day the war zone he left on her skin would end, but to me it seems like she’s holding onto it because she thinks he’s going to come back to calm it down.
— Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing
