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DRABBLE 5
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Plot: This is based in an MHRW AU realm.
I was reading The Glass Menagerie and got an idea 
This is based on Raghav and Keerti.
P.S Do not read if you dont like sad stories and/or get uncomfortable with personal violence 
Hope you like it. Would appreciate any criticism and/or feedback 
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Raghav knows what it's really like to be her. He can see that she is a china doll, pretty and delicate, easily broken. He can understand how weak she really is, he has been like that too, and she hates that. She hates herself, too. She hates herself every time she slices the small blade across her bag because she thinks it is her mistake and continuously ends up inflicting physical and emotional abuse on herself.
She knows it is her insecurities talking, but she should not speak of this to anyone and bear the brunt of it on her own. And the hatred she has for herself only causes her to cut the material even more densely, till the cloth comes undone. She hates the part of her that genuinely wants someone to find out, to care about her. And that she's selfish enough to want extra attention. She hates when she hurts so much she can't take it, when she curls into a ball, head in her hands, crying.
He finds her like this one evening, crying on her bed with her sleeves pulled up, revealing her scars when he goes to ask her if she wants to come for dinner. As soon as she sees him, she ties her 'tough girl' act together, denying everything he had just seen. He stays the night, anyway. He sits in the corner outside her room, because she looks so broken that he is afraid she might take some drastic steps if he leaves. He cannot lose someone who is such a great confidante again. Not ever since she has fought for him even against Amma’s orthodox thinking and helped him and Pallavi to get on better terms.
Besides, noone will notice, he reasons, since Amma was so angry after knowing the truth about the wedding that she stormed out and moved to the guest room on the other end of the house. Lately he's noticed little things about her. Like the extra makeup she wears to distract from or cover the dark bags under her eyes, or the way she always wears full sleeves. He knows she's been broken on the inside, and he wants to help or stand up for her rights, but she won't let him. She's too proud.
She knows he wants to help her as a brother would, and he knows she'll never give in. So they continue their never ending chase, the battle they can't help but fight. She wants his help, but she won't let him close enough to hurt her, because there is always that gap left when they lost their father and brother. He notices a scar peeking out from under her sleeve, and it reminds him of a crack. The poor doll, her ivory coloured porcelain skin covered in scars, and her heartbroken eyes watering, but never crying, no, because crying means weakness, and weakness has no place on her world.
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