Greatwater Lake Some nights I stay up, cashing in my bad luck

how naive. 

she thought that because he didn't desire change, that his life was left untouched by the ill of the world. 

that's where you're wrong, pet. i'm far from lucky. 

she had scars. but whether they were visible or not, so did he. 

you have scars that others can see. but i do not. some, on my body, have faded. but the rest... they are within. hidden. concealed from the world, just as he wanted it to remain. 

though, maybe not from her.