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 He saw beauty, she saw faulty , felt empty , guilty and stupid to think anyone would want her 

he saw gentle , sweet , innocent , kind ,  a being too fragile and perfect to be his , how could he lay his filthy hands on that ? he'd touched women none of whom touched his heart like she did, he'd kissed lips none of which smiled like she did ,he'd held hands none of which took care of him like hers , how then could he be with her ? she was so pure , he was so soiled , so unworthy of her love he flinched when she touched him 

the numbness faded replaced by pain as the blade tore through her skin adding more scars to the already healing ones , oh and there were sobs , her sobs she realized as she sliced her wrist one more time hoping the physical pain would somehow replace the emotional pain , he'd flinched when she touched him  , was she really that hideous , looking at the mirror she hated herself even more , the floor was stained a shade of red darker than the lipstick she'd put on to please him , had he even noticed?

staring back at the painting he'd just done of her he knew she was exactly what he needed in his life, as his wife ,  he hoped she would say yes , he slid the ring in his pocket and walked out 

 staring one more time at pictures of him smiling, she knew that smile would never be for her or because of her , the rejection and self destruction too much she choose the easiest exit ,death, this way he would never have to feel disgusted by her existence 

he saw a rose , beautiful and sensitive ,, she saw thorns , painful and destructive