Novel & Cerita The Scars Last Of Us 2

★★★★★ 4PM* The members had gotten back from Rome unharmed but Scar was an exception. Her arms was still untreated since they didn't take any aid kit with them. "OMG, scar.....Your arm!" Lila exclaimed immediately she set her eyes on her. "It nothing Lila, it just a bullet!" Scar let out a smile. "Let go to the suite. I'll help you treat it!" She offered and scar nodded. "Thanks baby!" Scar smiled hanging her arm around Lila's neck.

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

she said moving to another chair. "What stare?" He asked blinking innocently. "The type that make most people uncomfortable" she replied. "I wish it works on you" he murmured crossing his legs on the table. "Well there nothing we can do about that" she shrugged. "And remove those legs from my table"she hissed. " and the twins?"he asked turning to them. "It doesn't work" Anna said rolling her eyes. "Because you are our brother" Ara added "I feel so blessed" he replied, touching his heart for emphasis.

Rosalina said "The scars between us will never fade but we have to reduce the pain and this is the only way," She said attaching their foreheads "Please understand my decision. I promise you things will get better for you. And if we see that it's not working out, then we can always come back right?" Rosalina said as the crying Jaxon nodded. "Then please let me do this..." Rosalina begged

What if she attacks them and tries to kill them after all they did to her and made her go through. Time flew like a rocket and in no time, 6 pm came. It was Scar’s closing hour and the moment they heard the car pull up at the driveway, Scar’s parents felt their heart pulsating. They were scared as they sat there waiting. At the same time, Lucas jogged down the stairs, dressed in a casual outfit as he went to make himself comfortable on the couch Nat sat on. The double doors were suddenly pushed open and Scar stepped in, her gaze fixed on her phone as she smiled at the good reviews she got from the clients she worked with for the day.

They’re not gone. I can feel them, out there in the wounded dark. The Consensus, a flickering, troubled diamond, its perfect logic still scratching at the unsolvable paradox we fed it, licking its wounds. The Wild Gardener, a tangle of broken thorns and muted fury, coiled back in the chaotic edges, nursing its rage. The escaped concepts, scattered like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the fabric of distant realities, little seeds of future trouble. The Scar… the Scar just is. A quiet, hungry mouth. They are wounded. Humbled. But not defeated. Never defeated.

But she wasn’t— She wasn’t this. I turned back to Scar. "Tell me everything. Now." Scar ran a hand over his throat, rubbing the red marks where my grip had been moments ago. His smirk was gone. His usual arrogance buried under something much heavier. "When I got there, it was already too late," he said, his voice rough. "The air was thick with smoke. The bodies—" He cut off, exhaling. "Damien, there was nothing left. Not even a damn structure standing. Just rubble and bodies. So many bodies."

A squeak echoes through the silence, and as arms wrap around me, I realize the sound came from me. “I’ve got you,” Lucas says, pulling me to his chest. “No, your injuries—” “Are fine,” he interrupts. He reaches up, grabs the back of his collar, and tugs his ruined shirt over his head. “See?” I don’t want to look at the faint pink scars slice across his torso, a stark contrast to his regularly tanned skin. They’ve healed mostly, but there will always be marks to remind me that he nearly died today. Reaching for my hand, Lucas takes my hand in his and carefully runs my fingers over the marks.

Maybe I really should have woken up earlier. ***** LMCD22

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som