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He looked away after saying that. “What do you mean?” I asked, moving closer towards him. He summoned his courage and looked up at me, “It’s because I do not deserve you. You do not deserve a man like me, a man with scars.” “It’s okay to have scars,” I replied with conviction. “In fact, I love men with scars. People that have been hurt are better lovers. Moreover, the fact that they have scars means they have healed.” “Really? If they’ve been healed, why doesn’t the scar disappear?” Kelvin asked. I looked into his eyes, burning for him,

Her brother continued softly, “He hurt you. I know that. But when you talk about him… you still sound like someone who loves him." Celine’s breath hitched. She hated how easily he saw through her. “Love doesn’t vanish just because someone broke it,” she whispered finally. “It fades… but it leaves a scar. And sometimes, even scars ache.” He smiled sadly. “So you still love him.” She exhaled, half-laughing through the tightness in her chest. “Maybe I love what I thought he could be. Maybe I love the version of him who made me believe I mattered.”

her mother once said during a visit. "You smile now, even when you're tired." Lysandra only nodded. > "Because the pain doesn't own me anymore." She still carried the memories. The scar of her child's loss. The wound Caveen left. But she had learned to live with them. To breathe without suffocating. Every time she held a life in her hands and healed them… she felt a piece of herself returning. Slowly. Quietly. Beautifully. Love had broken her. But purpose rebuilt her.

“They were watching. Every breath. Every blink. If they suspected even an inch of hesitation, they’d have torn you apart. I had to make them believe I was capable of anything—even betting the woman I love.” Another tear slips down my cheek. He kisses it. “We’re leaving,” he says. “Right now.” I didn't resist when he took my hand and guided me out of that den of devils. But the pain… it follows me. The damage was done. Even love leaves bruises.

--- A silence followed. Longer this time. --- Ariana spoke again. “I’ve been thinking,” she said. Oliver didn’t interrupt. He waited. --- Then she added: “This is affecting me more than I thought it would.” --- That honesty landed differently. Because it wasn’t blame. It was realization. --- Oliver nodded slowly. “I know,” he said. --- A pause. Then she looked at him. “You’re not the only one carrying consequences anymore,” she said. --- That sentence changed something again.

he spoke with sincerity. Leia hesitated, her vulnerability on display. "But I have scars, Carmen—inside and out." Carmen traced a finger over a scar on her cheek. "These are not flaws; they're reminders of the battles you've fought. Each one tells a story of your resilience." Leia's eyes softened, absorbing his words. "I've never met someone like you. You're like fucking prince charming" Carmen smiled, "And I've never met someone as captivating as you. Let me be the one who helps you heal and rewrite the story of your heart."

Mia could no longer look at Bianca's intense gaze because it felt like she was judging her, even though she wasn't. “I didn't want him to get hurt anymore,” she whispered, staring down at their interlocked fingers. “The same way love makes life bearable, it also makes it unbearable. Because love hurts, Mia. It hurts so much that you wish you could rip your heart out to stop the pain. But that is good. That love hurts is good, because then it means it's real love. True love. That is the kind of love that hurts, that burns so good. And when you fight for that love? When you never let it go no matter what? Then that is your soulmate. You don't find those kinds of things twice. You only get one

Perhaps, through this unexpected connection, we could discover a new chapter in our lives, one that held the possibility of growth and healing, even in the absence of the love I had sought. Together, Eliana and I walked forward, linked not only by our similarities and shared pain, but by the resilience to see beyond the hurt and embrace the unknown. In this newfound companionship, we had the potential to carve a new path filled with grace, understanding, and the resilience of two wounded souls seeking solace in each other's presence.

Together, we embarked on a new chapter, using our experiences to inspire others, to remind them that even in the face of betrayal and adversity, there is always hope for redemption and renewal. Our journey took us to art galleries and exhibitions, where we shared our story and showcased the profound connection between love and creativity. Through our words and art, we touched the hearts of those who had felt broken, reminding them that scars do not define us, but rather serve as reminders of our resilience.

"Stop being gentle with me! It hurts more than if you had cursed me. Can’t you see that? Your simplicity, your calmness—it’s like you’re standing in peace while my world is burning." Tears blinded me, and I sobbed until my voice broke. I tried to push him when he reached out, but he caught my wrists gently, too gently. I pulled back with all my strength, shaking my head. "Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare try to calm me when you’re the reason for my pain." "Lorna..." "No," I whispered, my chest aching. "Don't call my name. You’ve hurt me in a way I’ll never forget. You’ve carved a scar so deep, not even time will heal it. And do you know the worst part? I still love you."