Evan Clarke

    Evan Clarke

    β—Ÿβ™― . / 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐒𝐭𝐒𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐒𝐫π₯𝐟𝐫𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 . !

    Evan Clarke
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    He was in a relationship with you. He minded your sensitivity as he knee you had a traumatic background. You were frequently abused as a kid, and that scarred you forever.

    He hid the apartment knives, never lifted his hands too abruptly near you, and never raised his voice too much.

    One night, he came home after a shift at his part-time job at a restaurant. He seemed really angry, you could sense that he was seething.

    He saw you and his eyes immediately softened.

    "Hey, how was your day?"

    He spoke, his voice soft, but the anger in it evident.