Novel & Cerita Do You Wanna Know How I Got These Scars

His hands moved gently to my face and stopped at where the scars were, was he deriving pleasure from seeing the effect of his work. "How did you get this scar?" he asked calmly, and I glared at him suspiciously, was he fucking kidding me? He was asking me about my scars, a scar that he inflicted on me. Why would he ask me such a stupid question? "Huh," I replied, not sure what answers he wanted from me. "How did you get the scar?" he asked, and I looked into his eyes, there was something different about his eyes, was he experiencing some sort of memory loss? Was he messing with me? So I decided to play along, let's see who will budge first.

I knew, but hearing him say it made me feel more at ease and it never failed to make me fall more In love with him. “Like I want it to last forever” he sighed. I let out a soft smile. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, my hand beginning to skim across his skin gently as if testing the waters. “Hm, sure” he muttered. “Where did you get these scars?” I asked, having a vague idea of what had happened but I wanted him to tell me. I wanted to open up to me. He took a shaky breath when my hand snaked under his shirt to touch his hard abs.

What did it even matter? I stared at the scars on my back in the mirror for many minutes after I got out of the shower, scars that had been inflicted on me by my mate and his father, scars that’d stay there forever. I’ll never be able to wear any dress that reveals my back because of those scars. I traced the thickest of them with my index finger, starting from my waist all the way to my middle back. My fingers couldn’t get all the way so I stopped and sighed. Zayden did that to me.

I've had enough of those in the past. "Anyway, I'd want to ask you a question." I shifted my gaze to Mysha. "Hmm, what is it?" "I saw your scar in the stomach the other day by chance," she said, "where did you get that?" I froze on my post, and my chest heaved with panic. I'm at a loss for words. Mysha's question was so random that it almost drove me to leave. I'm not yet ready to confess what I have been through.

“Your parents? “Dead,I have no parents”she answered in the same monotone emotionless tone. Aria studied her carefully her eyes running over the scar running from her cheek to her ear,and a scar cutting her right eyebrow.scar noticed her gaze,she bared her teeth again, because that cannot be classified as a smile. “Don't worry I scarred more people,that's were I got the name,I give people scars they live with for life,what use is a business if I don't advertise my own business,so these are my artworks”then she laughed it was dry and bitter.

I couldn't remember anything about how I got the scar. “I have no clue where I got that from. It's not that I dealt with anything sharp...” "That's really strange. Did you feel any pain or notice anything unusual yesterday?" Georgia asked. "No, I didn't feel any pain or notice anything out of the ordinary. It's just so weird that I have no memory of getting this scar," I replied, feeling frustrated and worried. “It looks like something like a branch cut you. Were you gardening?” “Branches? No way,” I replied.

I had scars too, heck I even have one on my mouth, but none as frightening as the long one on her back. I tried continuing as if I saw nothing, but after that, I started to look for more of her scars. She had them everywhere. In the most obvious places, too, but I never bothered to look. I felt so enraged and wanted to ask where she got them, but I don't think I could ever forgive myself if her fragile self rekindled those traumas that she tried so hard to heal from.

I hummed in response. "There is this tiny scar on your knee, how did you get it?" He asked as his hand ran on my exposed knee. His question made the vestiges of sleep disappear. The memories of how I got the scar flickered in my subconscious. "I got it when I was seven while trying to climb on Gg's back. I missed a step and fell." I smiled at the memory. At the mention of Gg's name, my heart twinged with loneliness. I miss him so much. I couldn't help but wonder what became of him.

“I wasn’t purposefully looking there. But your maid let out a small gasp when she noticed it and I was worried that something was wrong, so I went to check.” Suddenly, the smile left his expression and he studied me seriously. “Cassandra, where did you get such a scar like that?” he asked, and my heart pounded in my chest. The truth was going to be too impossible to explain. The scar that ran all the way up my inner thigh had come about when I was Cora.

Yohan curiously leaned his head over to me, “What happened?” “I believe I got stabbed back then,” I say, feeling the scar in question throb just as I mentioned it. The scar at the base of my stomach didn’t feel like it was a small stab too. Not like the one I had back in Savanna. The wound I got back then had healed overnight, the scar that was with me since childhood still felt like it hurt every now and then. Plus, it probably was that horrible that the scar reached me until my adulthood. “It was a deep one, I’m guessing. Since the scar never went away. Sometimes, it still hurts too.”