parallax (the skin a bit thicker than before, scars like train tracks)

"'The grief of hurting is its own burden,' she says, and she takes your hand and guides it under her shirt to her ribs. You trace the thick rope of skin there, and then she leans down and kisses you. It's your first kiss, this silent thing, and you don't think you've ever felt such sorrow before in someone else's body." Faberry Week Day 1: Scars.