१﹒𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀: 𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿?﹕ıllı

❝for many people, it might be just a form of jewelry. but if you ask me, i would say it is a form of love to me. it is a form of reminder to me; a reminder of your affection that dangles in my slim hands, of your rough hands softly putting these on my delicate wrists, of your contagious laughs which emit from you whenever these thin, round-shaped colorful pieces of glass adorn my wrists. it is a reminder of you being always there with me.❞

— expressed by a female, who was standing in front of her dressing mirror and touching the set of bangles worn on her wrists.

❝it might be a form of love to many people. but it is nothing but a shackle in my wrists. a reminder of unwanted ugly scars on my skin. the fear of doing anything wrong and being harshly grabbed on the wrists by you while these thin, round-shaped colorful pieces of glass were worn and then getting those shreds of broken glasses to prick in my delicate wrists. a warning of non-stop bleeding wrists. it is a reminder of you being nothing but always a terror to my soul.❞

— voiced out the reflection of the same female from the mirror whilst touching the bruises on her wrists made by broken bangles.

ᡣㅤayad ezraㅤ𐭩