Car The Garden Scars Leave Beautiful Trace Romane & Geschichten

Every word softened some part of me that had been wound tight since the night she disappeared. When we finished eating, I led her outside. The garden had been transformed as well—candles tucked along the pathways, white petals drifting in gentle trails between clusters of lights. The air was cool, steady, and calm. Scarlett held onto my arm, her steps slow as she took everything in, her eyes shining with each small detail she hadn’t expected. Her grip tightened whenever a new detail came into view—lights wrapped around the garden pillars, lanterns glowing softly from the stone walkway, delicate blossoms arranged along the path.

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."

The hospital gardens were filled with common, uninspired blooms, but the lush greenery provided a much-needed sanctuary from the sterile white walls. Steven pushed Scarlett’s wheelchair to the center of the garden, where the sunlight hit the grass in golden pools. He spotted a fallen blossom on the path, picked it up, and gently tucked it behind her ear. He took a few steps back, his eyes softening as he looked at her. Despite the hospital gown and the pallor of her skin, she was breathtaking. "Scarlett," he whispered, his voice thick with a sudden, raw sincerity. "You’re so beautiful."

He just peeled off his hoodie, leaving on a worn cotton shirt with a faded logo on the chest and sat down on the edge of the bed like it was sacred ground. When Elena sat beside him, her hand found his without thinking. She guided his fingers to her shoulder—the one with the thin, pale scar that curled beneath the seam of her shirt. She pushed the fabric away slowly and placed his hand there. Her heart thundered, but her hand didn’t shake. “This,” she said, her voice quiet but strong, “used to make me feel ashamed.” Jack traced the line gently, then leaned in and kissed the scar. “It doesn’t have to anymore,” he murmured.

I gasped, surprised by the sudden lift, and we headed toward the bathroom, my heart racing with excitement. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tristan helped me out of the car, holding my hand firmly. "Let go," he said, guiding me forward. Suddenly, a stunning garden appeared before us, filled with vibrant flowers. Flowers of every color sparkled in the sunlight. I froze. "A garden?" I exclaimed, surprised. He looked at me, "You don't like it?" Tristan asked, looking at me with a hint of concern. "No, it's fine," I replied, and we walked deeper into the garden. The atmosphere felt refreshing. Flowers of all kinds shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, and I found myself lost in their beauty whe

I couldn’t wait to show them. Jasmine was the first to notice us. "Why are you dragging her like that? What happened?" "Look!" Thania said, pushing my hair back again. Joshua leaned forward, eyes narrowing slightly. "Wait a minute... is it just me or..." "It’s gone!" Jasmine gasped. "No way!" "How?!" I smiled, feeling shy all of a sudden. "I found some herbs in one of the books. It mentioned scar healing. I tried it. I didn’t think it would work, but... it did."

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

Joe stands up and taps on Chase's shoulder signaling him to follow them too. With a heavy step, he stands up and follows Joe and Chase from behind. This is the first time he went out after almost fourteen-month he locks up in the house. Chase take out his car key from his pocket and led Joe and Aaron to his silver Aston Martin. Get inside the car, Chase start his car engine before drove out of the villa. Aaron diverts his eyes to the outside view. It such a beautiful place. Now it seems like it is already in the spring season. A lot of flowers and leaves on the trees start to change into green and so colorful.

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.

I walked sheepishly at her back as she led me through, and we finally arrived at the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. "Wow. It's so beautiful." "I know right?" She raised an amused brow at me and focused her attention back to the garden. The garden had lots of green flowers, very light and shiny green that you could mistake them for fluorescent papers. A few had perches of different coloured buds. "This is Alpha Raze special Garden." My eyes widened in shock, my heart started to race and I took a step back from the beauty in front of me. "Why did you bring me here? Won't he get mad? Would we get punished?"