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she asks, curiously. Scars nodded again, "The ones on my right," he says as he stares at her. She looks up to meet his eyes making Scar's heart beat out of his chest, "You're so talented!" she says with another smile. Scar had never had someone give him so much kindness, it made him want to cry but also want to hug her and tell her how much it meant to him. He was acting like a hormonal teenager and he hated it. "And you?" he asks, looking at her tattooed arms, "Where'd you get yours done?"

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

What if I have to carry the reminder of my time with that monster forever. I hadn’t realized that Liam had stopped brushing my hair until he gently takes hold of my chin and turns my face to look at him. “Scars are nothing more than proof that you are stronger than you know. They show that you have lived through difficult times but you’re still here, still fighting. Don’t be ashamed of your scars. You should wear them proudly. Not many could have survived what you did.” I nod my head at him and go back to washing as he continues to brush out my hair. The water begins to cool and he starts to let it out, turning on the faucet and adding more hot water as the cooler water runs out of the tub,

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

I choke out the last word, feeling the sting of fresh tears threatening to spill over again. Luna Allison surprises me with how quickly she snaps into action. Her grip tightens as she turns me to face her, her voice stern and unyielding. “No, you are not! I never want to hear you say that again, Zahra Larkin.” Her eyes bore into mine, full of fierce love and strength. “You are beautiful—inside and out. You’re the kindest, funniest, cleverest, and bravest girl I know. Those scars on your back? They show how strong you are. They don’t define you, and they sure as hell won’t limit you. They tell the world that you’re a survivor, Zahra.” Her words hit me hard, and for a moment, I’m just stunned

* * * Max’s POV * * * I wish I can say that over the years I have gotten used to people dying. I never have. I don’t want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I care for dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don’t want it to “not matter” either. I don’t want it to be something that just passes. My pain and my scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even burned or lacerated, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger th

Or simply the quiet joy of being alive. "Let me see you," she said, reaching for his shirt. He allowed her to undress him, his body emerging from the layers of leather and wool. The scars on his chest caught the light, silver lines on bronze skin. She traced them with her fingers, each one a story, each one a battle survived. He shivered beneath her touch. "You are beautiful," she said. "I am scarred." "So am I." She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Scars are not ugly. They are proof that we did not break."

But here I was, cracked open by the softest touch and the quiet presence of the one person I never thought I’d trust. “It hurts,” I said, my voice a ragged whisper. I didn’t look at her, couldn’t. “I’ve been holding it in so long. I forgot what it’s like to say that out loud.” She didn’t flinch or pull away. Instead, she leaned closer, her voice tender and calm, like a balm itself. “It’s okay. Scars are meant to hurt.” Her fingers brushed my hand gently, reassuring. “You know, my grandma used to say… no medicine in the world could heal a scar better than love.”

Just normal. Eddie leaned closer to me. "See? Nobody's attacking you. I'm actually disappointed. I rehearsed a speech in case somebody might have insulted you.” "You practiced a speech?" "Yes. It was accompanied by a lot of threats and dramatic insults. Very impressive." I rolled my eyes again. "You're so useless." “And yet here you brought me here.” I sighed. “Because you are the only one who does not look at me like I am a broken.” He didn't joke this time. He only stared at me and said, “You are not broken, Nat. You're just angry."

“Gosh, you're about to get your heart broken if you don't stop those crazy feelings of yours” “Scar my feelings are not crazy, it's not like I'm going to walk up to the Alpha and tell him I like him” “It's better you didn't cause you'll get your hope shattered” “Damn you're so annoying Scar” “Trust me you're more annoying, don't say I didn't warn you cause soon you'll get your heart broken and come cry to me, I won't comfort you” I rolled my eyes at her sarcastic words can't believe she's already wishing me bad, typical Scar