Summary
He was reminded of the darker times he'd been through while tracing the faint pinkish-white lines down his arm. He remembered how those faded lines used to be so much darker, redder, and angrier. But, as the saying goes, time heals all wounds. A follow-up to my other fic, 'cause I don't know (the perfect road to go down). [Originally posted on my AO3: neverseenthesky]