The Scars Last Of Us 2 소설 & 이야기

She smiles at me. "See you in hell Scar… " And that was the last fuckin thing I heard. . *

The scarred earth beneath them seemed to absorb the weight of their shared history, creating a space where words could convey the complex emotions they both felt. Seraphina turned to Adrian, her scarlet hair catching the morning light. "The scars we bear should be symbols of growth, not reminders of pain. Let our reunion be a testament to the resilience of love and the enduring power of hope." Adrian embraced her, the scars on his back, earned in battles past, now a tactile reminder of the journey they'd undertaken together. "Seraphina, our reunion may be shaped by scars, but let these scars tell a story of triumph over adversity, of love prevailing against all odds."

A weak smile tugs at his lips as he looks at me, his gaze filled with a mixture of relief and love. "Leah," his voice is a hoarse whisper, a fragile thread of sound that bridges the gap between us. ........................................... Two years have passed since that nightmarish ordeal, and life has slowly found its way back to a new kind of normalcy. The scars remain, both visible and hidden, but they serve as a reminder of the strength and resilience that carried us through the darkest of times.

" Lisa couldn't help but tease her on their way to the airport but Scarlet didn't respond as her mood is extremely low at this moment and didn't bother. Soon they go to the airport. After several inspection they were finally allowed to go on the plane. Just as they boarded, Lisa turned to question Scarlett but she only received the cold shoulder of Scarlett who see went to the restroom/bathroom to freshen up hurriedly Lisa could only keep the question to herself and switched on her Laptop to carry out Scarlett's earlier instruction. In the process of wiping out her existence she discovered two Interesting things One was what happened to Scarlett last night, which she didn't hesitate to hac

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" "I'm not asking for myself; I'm asking for Julien." Lacey let out a deep breath. "I know how important you are to him. And I'm willing to bury the hatchet if you are." "The only place I'll be willing to bury the hatchet...." Scar stalked toward her, one side of her lips curling into a snarl. "Is in your back." Then she walked past Lacey and opened the door. "Now. Get out." "Scar, I—"

He went down screaming. Jace took a hit to the ribs, but kept fighting. Red Fang wolves were stubborn like that. “Scar’s in the packhouse!” Kade yelled over comms. Luna broke away from the fight and run. The old packhouse stank of smoke and rot. Scar stood in the center of the main hall, blood on his hands, grinning like this was a game. “Well, well,” he sneered. “The dead girl’s back.” Luna didn’t answer. She attacked.

“I don’t love you anymore, so don’t you dare touch me here.” Her cold words seem to work miracle, like cold water poured right on the man’s burning lust. He leans back a little. His bloodshot eyes gazed into hers, holding back a deep ocean of pain. “You know why people shouldn’t love two people at the same time? Because it tears them apart. You are in love with two person,” Scar pushes her elbow against his chest, keeping the distance, “...and neither of them is me. You need to make a choice between the real Ava and the girl you once saved, and I suggest you choose the former, because the latter has died.”

So we went through it, my heart heavy. Scarlett was Luna of Obsidian. Demetrius had funded their war. Scarlett and Skylar were holed up in a castle. And their warriors were marching on innocent packs. It gave me motivation to heal and return. But I still hadn’t found Eden. We went through the white gate. And this time….we landed right in the middle of hell.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

" Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture. Tristan grabbed the phone and slammed it to the ground. The screen cracked. "Tristan?" "Get out!" Jordan, bewildered, didn't understand what had triggered Tristan. He picked up the phone and ran off. The others exchanged awkward glances. "Tristan, maybe you should call Esther. It could just be someone who looks like her." Tristan held his phone but suppressed the urge to call her. The image of Esther holding hands with that man from the reunion flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly felt empty.