Battle Scars By Paradise Fears Lyrics นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Sons of Satan's territory, August 18th 13:53 WAS IT SOMETHING TO RISK EVERYTHING FOR? "You knew? Didn't you?" As the days turned into weeks, Scar felt the depression that he'd tried so hard to conceal engulf him like flames - it burned and disfigured his slowly healing heart as if it had never healed in the first place. He'd never felt as mentally broken as what he did after he left Lani and he hated it. The anxiety he had learned to keep at bay was now all over the place, it sneaked up on him when he least expected it and made him drown gradually in a pool of his own fears. His night terrors, in which he'd thought he'd diminished, were now alive and breathing. They growled and chased hi

I heard a tranquil voice like a whisper next to my ears. “Because after all, constellations are nothing but people drawing their scars in the sky, right? So, let’s draw our scars in the stars and hope that they listen…” Tears trailed down my eyes. My heart thundered up to survival beats. That voice. I opened my bleary eyes with a snap to the bullets levitating inches away from my face. Dia.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

My heart pounded out of pity and fear, making me grip my hair tightly. Slowly, I lowered my gaze. My mouth went agape and tears continued to fall even more upon seeing a lot of scars on my back like someone used a whip and put it down on my fragile body with force. That sight. . . was traumatizing. Because I hadn’t seen a back as scarred as this. Worse, it’s mine. God, someone please wake me up from this nightmare! Tears fell one by one until they made my vision blurry. A sob escaped from my mouth and I clutched my chest, feeling its heaviness eating my heart whole. The sight left an imprint of ache that defies mere words. Fuck this.

“You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through them.” “Sometimes the mind forgets to protect the soul. But those flashes? They’re real. Your brain just hasn’t caught up yet,” he added. 'You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through ‘em'. Those words echoed in her mind. Scarlet stepped back into position. This time, her hands didn’t tremble. with those words echoing in her mind continuously She aimed at the next dummy. Bang. Bang. Bang. The shots rang out, birds scattering into the dawn sky.

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.

Beneath the Ruin I’ve been hiding from the silence, Drowning out the noise inside. Built a life on fear and shadows, Just to make it through the night. Every door they’ve locked behind me Still remembers who I was. But I don’t want their crown of violence. I don’t want their twisted love. I’ve got scars they’ll never see, Cuts too deep for blood to show. And I’d burn it all to ashes Just to be someone they don’t own. There’s a girl beneath this damage That they never got to break. She still sings beneath the ruin,

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Alaric supplied softly. I nodded, a tear slipping free. “That was the cruelest part. When you endure pain so absolute you are certain it must end you, and then you wake again. Barely alive but there, still breathing. No end in sight.” I swallowed, forcing breath into lungs that felt too tight. “Our regeneration as Urekai, the way scars fade and flesh closes, all of it is a blessing until one is trapped in hell.” My skin felt raw, as though phantom hands still pressed against it. I glanced toward the tall mirror on the far wall, seeing the girl wearing tattered rags hanging from starving bones and bruised limbs. I saw the terror in her eyes.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.