The Scar I Signed — Ayuna Dark Verse (Diary Entry 2) | The Bloody Tulip

You arrived as numbers,
Cold and clinical,
A case file marching toward an ending
I was supposed to prevent.
Then I saw your sketches in the margins—
Art arguing with statistics,
Color bleeding into black and white.

I opened you the way morning opens,
Deliberate, careful,
The room holding its breath
Like we were in some sacred place.
The blade became a ship,
And we sailed you across
From dying to living.

The river fought back.
Your borrowed heart took over,
Beat by stubborn beat.
I closed the wound
I hadn’t wanted to finish yet,
Pressed the edges together
Until they agreed to hold.

They call it healing
When flesh remembers how to be whole.
But I know what I left behind—
My signature in every breath you take,
A quiet thread connecting us
To what we survived together.

Walk carefully, artist.
Protect that stitched line across your chest.
It holds the light we stole
From death’s hands that night.
I won’t claim you as mine.
But the scar remembers—
A promise written beneath your skin
That neither of us can erase.

If this ends in ruin,
At least you’re still breathing.
At least I gave you that.

🌒 From Diary Entry 2 – The Patient With Two Hearts

📖 Referenced Stories:

Pulse of Desperation: The Bloody Tulip – Part 1

Shadows of Betrayal: The Bloody Tulip – Part 2

👉 Start the story from the beginning: The Bloody Tulip – Part 1