Romans & histoires The Scars Last Of Us 2

"But... Ryan, you know what I really want." Ryan didn't even glance at Miranda. Instead, he stared directly at me. "Susan, can you forgive me now?" It was truly ironic. Back then, Ryan had shattered my hands for Miranda. And now, to ask for my forgiveness, he shattered his own. It was laughable. Ryan thought that if he showed weakness, I would just forgive him and take him back. I took a deep breath and spoke slowly, deliberately, "Ryan, listen carefully—I'm not a trash can."

The little bit of light hits them just right. Both men are covered in scars. Deep ones. The kind left by torture and silver weapons. Wounds like that don’t heal clean on our kind. But the green‑eyed man looks like he took the worst of it. A deep scar cuts across his cheek, another over his eye, though the eye itself seems intact. The two men in the cell across from them look just as battered. They all seem to be in their twenties, older than me. I look away from the smiling man.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

"It’s already scabbed over, so it's safe to touch." Beneath her fingertips, she felt a thin layer of scab. "Does it still hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt anymore," he reassured her. "I wonder if the scar will be noticeable," she murmured. On his body, the scar was like a crack on a delicate piece of artwork, and that crack was caused by her. "If you think it's ugly, I can get a scar removal treatment once the scab falls off in a few days. But I actually quite like it," Lucas said.

They’re different people, and I know Scarlett is the one for me. Maybe we both needed to go through what we did to become this for each other, but I've found her now, and I thank the moon goddess for the bond between us. “Has your mark spread again?” Scarlett shakes her head and turns so I can see the mark on her right shoulder. “I’ve been checking it in the mirror every day. It’s stopped growing, Danis says he should be able to get information on it after the Alpha conference.” I hear worry seep into her voice.

Damn. My ending isn’t as great as I hoped it would be. It was a painful ending. I imagined it would be different but it’s not. I silently prayed to God. I never prayed to him. I never communicated with him. Now, I needed him to save me. I am a joke. A clown. Only talk to someone whenever I need them and would abandon them when I don’t need them anymore. Maybe, I deserved this cruel ending. There’s a lot of people around me. A lot of people were concerned about this tragedy. The tragedy that scarred me physically, mentally and emotionally. It also scarred my life.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

She shook her head and narrowed her eyes. "You don't have to feel ashamed of this scar. It is declared as the signature of victory against rogues for our territory. You should be proud, baby girl. Now everyone is under your debt. You kind of saved the whole territory last night." I said and a small smile appeared on her face. "Will mom and dad love me from now on like they love Skylar?" She asked me and I sighed. A forced a small smile on my face because I was speechless. That little girl had been through more than she could handle.

" 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.

Scar sighed in contentment as he fastened the duffel bag and slung it over his shoulder. Walking out of his childhood room, Scar paused at the sight of a familiar door. It stood solitary at the end of the hallway, next to Scar's room. Carefully twisting the knob, the scarred biker tip-toed into the room and dropped Lani's bag on the floor subtly as he took in his surroundings. The light coming from the window illuminated the dust that lingered in the air, the wooden surfaces were old and were in need of some polish whilst the bed was made perfectly. Perched on the sheets was a Los Angeles Charges cap, Scar could remember placing it there all those years ago.