They tell us that we’re damaged goods. That time will heal all wounds. The pain and scars we carry are thus explained away. They cannot understand, some wounds cut too deep. Words can cut as deep as a knife and leave just as ragged a scar. Betrayal and pain, like scars may fade, but they are always a part of you. It seems at times that the world cannot bear to see the ugliness of those scars. They want us to hide them, cover them, to forget and let them fade from memory. Not for our comfort, but for theirs.
For Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge Fade