Romans & histoires Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics

'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong Embrace your flaws " I watched every movement of his lips, every strum of his fingers on the guitar and the slight turning of his head every time he looked at people. Deafening. A variety of noises enter my ears, but the only thing that is clear is the fast and strong beating of my heart. It was simmering and seemed to want to slip out of my chest. Why? Why .. is his effect on me still here? My grip on Lea's hand tightened as tears rolled down my cheeks I didn't know why. I was no longer aware that I've been holding my breath. I quickly let go of the air that had accumulated in my chest and I immediately overcame it as Luke's gaze dropped t

“I – a few times, nurses and your brother kicked me out when they changed the dressings, but I saw. I – I know how bad it is.” “So how the actual goddamn hell can you stand to look at me?” Scars asked her, his voice breaking as he finally uttered his truest, deepest fear, the one that was rooted in self-loathing and -disgust, the one that spoke both from memory and certainty of the present. “Knowing what I am now, and what’s hiding underneath? How can I expect you to ever look at me the same way again? All you’ll see are my scars, Zoe. I know it, and I don’t blame you, but I can’t live with it. You deserve better – you deserve a man who is whole.”

The anger and pain consuming my heart made my magic start to pulsate fiercely. I felt it sweep away my sanity, and taking over my mind. I saw red and the lust to shed blood heightened as I let out a scream. My body felt like it was set on fire and my head was throbbing painfully. " What's happening to us? I can't take it anymore." Scar cried out and I was not in a position to say anything. Scream after screams left my mouth as I felt all the air in my body getting sucked away. Darkness covered the land before rain started accompanied by thunder and lightning.

So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home... ---------_--------------------+++++------------+++++++++

“Slowly.” His jaw clenched. His breath caught. For a heartbeat, she thought he might rebel. But instead, he obeyed. His hands moved to the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one fluid motion, the fabric whispering over his skin. Scars littered his torso some old and silvery, others fresher and jagged. She traced each one with her gaze, cataloging the battles, the burdens, the brutal truths he never shared. "Look at you," she murmured, circling him. “Carved by war, cursed by a goddess, feared by your own kind.”

she reveals. "I know, and it's okay. It's okay to be scared because fear keeps us alive. It's our only intelligent emotion," I murmur, shifting my body, so I sit beside her against the cold concrete wall. "I sometimes wonder why we need to have scars to see differently-… why can't we just learn, without feeling broken? You see, those scars are battle wounds. It means we go out and learn new things. It's impossible to learn without failing, but you grow stronger in exchange. Mentally and physically. You're going to fight every day, with yourself, creatures, the Gods. You're going to kill Father with your own hands and meet our Wolf-father. He's going to look deep into your eyes – that you sha

He held her hands, folding them with his, whispering, “If you keep being sweet, I’ll never let you go. Ever.” She hugged him tighter. “I didn’t mean to, but I saw your back. Those scars, it must have hurt so much.” Isis chuckled coldly. “Ugly, isn’t it?” “No…” she shook her head. “You don’t mind?” “I don’t.” She wanted to erase the pain from his voice, so she shared a hidden truth. “I have scars too. They’re not ugly. To me, they’re bravery. We’re both brave to survive being scarred.”

Betrayal like that cuts a wound deeper than skin. "Why are you suddenly being like this?" I asked, reaching up to touch his face. He was too close, too intense, like his presence alone could unravel me. He wrapped my hand in his, his eyes burning as he gazed down at the scars on my wrist. My heart beat faster. "They believe that people are born again with their scars," he whispered.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

To master the instrument for him, I had practiced until the skin on my fingertips cracked and bled. When he noticed, his heart ached for me. "Why are you so silly, Shirley? It's just a song, and I can always listen to it in an orchestra. Look at how much you're hurting yourself." Back then, all I had done was wrap my arms around his neck and laugh. "I'm not afraid of the pain, as long as it makes you happy." But later, I did become afraid of the pain. That was ironically when he stopped caring about it altogether and forced me to give Nicole blood.