The Brand

In the mirror stood a naked woman with navy-blue eyes and hair.

Bright red lettering remained clearly visible on her collarbone.

Graceful, elegant strokes carved into the skin.

𝓒𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓷

The shape of that name, raised above my skin, never to be erased.

Caelan embraced me from behind.

“This is mine. Your body, too. Your face, too. Everything about you.”

His lips touched my collarbone.

His lips pressed against the brand.

In the mirror, she was crying.