The Scars Last Of Us 2 Romane & Geschichten

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.

"That was the blonde's idea! I—" BANG! No hesitation. No wasted words. In this apocalypse, explanations were worthless. Only the dead couldn't stab you in the back. The second bullet hit Scar-Face square in the head. "AAAHHH—!!!" A piercing scream cut through the wasteland's silence. Scar-Face collapsed like a sack of bricks, his lifeless eyes still wide open. "Two for two. Not bad." Jake was satisfied. The hatchet-gun had brutal recoil, but the stopping power was equally impressive.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Didn’t mirror her. It leaned closer to the glass. Close enough that Ariana could see the faint crack in its lower lip. A scar she didn’t have. “Do you see that?” Ariana whispered. “See what?” the twin asked. “The scar.” “What scar?” The reflection’s eyes shifted. Not at Ariana. At the man behind her. It blinked once. Deliberately. The man in gray folded his hands behind his back. “Phase Two requires voluntary alignment,” he said calmly.

He finally had her. THE END

"Thank you for updating me, Sarah. I'll ensure a swift return to the office to provide the necessary guidance and approvals. I look forward to reconnecting with the team and getting back into the swing of things." He dropped the call, and toured his eyes around as he anticipated getting back to work again. As the gentle sunlight cast a warm glow on his skin, his eyes fell on the fading scars. He traced the faint outlines of his healing scars, his fingers skimming over them with a sense of quiet contemplation. As he gazed upon the fading marks, a tender smile graced his lips. Those scars, once prominent and a testament to the trials he endured, now bore the beautiful tale of resilience and he

But worries was still visible in my voice. "He already know--" I heard gunshots in the other line. My eyes widened, I heard noises, screams and gunshots. "Nate, what's happening?" "He already know the you are alive!" Even he did not spout a name, I know who is he talking about. I massage my temple, The car started to move. The twelfth leader of Thanatos, the Phantom is now aware of my existence.

Ethan ran his hand through his hair frustratedly, “Lisa that shouldn't do anything to us,I love you I assure you I will never allow you to ever get hurt again” Scar stared at him in disbelief, “Do you know what you are asking of me,to forget everything come back even if I were a robot and could somehow erase my memory,what about the scars hmmm” She asked moving closer to him. “What about the scars” She yelled,the pain in her heart was greater than the one in her body. “Lisa I told you I don't care about the scars I love you,I don't even see it,you are God damn gorgeous,I see you for you,and everyone does also,we are all solidly behind you”

Lisa blacked out for a moment as her body was overwhelmed with sensation and then she felt Mason stiffen and swell inside her as he came, his seed pumping into the condom as he collapsed over her body. He shifted and pulled out of her, bringing her back to the present. She didn’t know how long they had been lying there, passed out. She rolled over and watched as he walked to the door to dispose of the condom in the bathroom and for the first time, she saw his naked back. Silvery scars glinted in the light, scars that crisscrossed his back. She didn’t quite understand what she was seeing, her brain too flooded with endorphins to comprehend what those scars meant. He had tattoos on his back to

Probably a souvenir of a war. That scar seemed to be silently hiding a tormented story behind it. A story that destroyed his emotions. It's own suffering. A sole witness of his burning soul. Was it a dark time in his life? Does he recall this scar in his nightmares, Just like she did last night? For her, he was there, but, who was beside him? Lauren... Immediately Scar shook her head, frowning deeply. She was stupid to bring such a name at this time. Pushing Lauren away, she once again concentrated on his gorgeous and flawless features. It's hard to remove eyes from that scar.