Title: Bruises
Author: sarcasticsra
Rating: G
Pairing: gen
A/N: Thanks for beta'ing, Kelly.
Summary: Bruises vs. scars.

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Bruises weren't black and blue, Sara knew. They were a weird purple-ish color.

She'd seen enough of them to know.

Bruises weren't like scars - they didn't last. Eventually, they'd fade, and no one would be the wiser. No one would ever even know that a bruise had once been somewhere, or inquire as to what happened. Unless the bruise was fresh, there was no way to detect it. The injury would be forgotten.

Except by the person who'd had the bruise. The force with which they were grabbed, smacked, pushed, or where they had fallen, where they said they'd fallen, that would remain with a person. It would stay in their minds, either constantly and consciously or in the back of their mind and inherently. Maybe bruises weren't permanent physically, but they were mentally.

And for that, Sara thought, they were just as bad as scars.

-End

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