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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

Rhea watches me, lips parted but she doesn’t say anything. She just turns and walks away. The scars don’t stop. Even after the oath fades, they keep growing, etching over my arms, my back and my chest. Silver and black, like ink carved into skin. The Moon Goddess’s judgment is final. I scream into the wind. “It wasn’t betrayal!” I shout to the sky. “It was desperation!” But the no one answers. The markings burn in time with my heartbeat. They don’t feel like punishment... they feel like truth now. Like everything I’ve buried is finally being seen. There’s no hiding now.

Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look alot like me when I lost my wings Dear baby bird don't be discouraged maybe freedom doesn't come in touching the sky Chorus You can fly in the ocean You can soar in your soul you don't need wings to feel free Dear baby bird Dear sparrow Don't feel pressure I know you just wanted to heal Dear sparrow Just hush now may be freedom comes when We don't need to make a sound You can fly and the ocean You can soar in your soul You don't need wings to feel free I know you can fly Dear sparrow Dear baby bird Dear sparrow You look a lot like me When I lost my wings " Scars to your beautiful " by Alessia Cara She just wants to be beautiful She goes unnoticed, she kno

i replied [Scars to your beautiful- Alessia cara] She just wants to be, beautiful She goes, unnoticed she knows, no limits She craves, attention she praises, an image She prays to be, sculpted by the sculptor Oh, she don't see, the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe we have made her blind So she tries to cover up her pain And cut her woes away 'Cause covergirls don't cry After their face is made But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark You should know you're beautiful just the way you are And you don't have to change a thing The world could change its heart No scars to your beautiful We're stars and we're beautiful

'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.”

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.

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

“You stay with me! You stay! Not one piece leaves—not your heart, not your soul, and not your memories! Not you! Do you hear me?” His silver eyes moved. They were full of fear and fire. He was shaking but he was brave. “I… I’m trying… but it’s… everywhere… Kaia…” “Then let it feel us! All of us!” I roared. My hands dug into his shoulders. My forehead pressed against his. “Every scar! Every mistake! Every bad night we lived through! Take my pain! Take my loss! Take me if it wants—but you… you stay! Not without me!”

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?