Novel & Cerita The Strength In Our Scars Epub

Chapter 73 "Ano bang pinaglalaban mo riyan sa sarkastikong tono mo?" hakbang ni Azrael palapit sa kanya. "Dumanas ng matinding domestic violence si Scarlett mula sa ex-boyfriend niya dahil sa fertility issues. Naging malalim na trauma sa kanya ang hindi pagkakaroon ng anak. Bilang kaibigan, alam kong may magagandang doktor dito kaya dinala ko siya para magpagamot. May masama ba roon? Nagseselos ka ba dahil dito?"

The weight of his words sank deep into me, cutting past my fear. Hindi ko alam anong pumasok sa isip ko, pero dahan-dahan kong iniabot ang kamay ko. I touched his hand—warm, strong, but trembling ever so slightly. “Hindi ka mahina, Damian,” I whispered. “Hindi dahil umamin ka sa sakit mo. Strength isn’t about hiding. Sometimes… it’s about letting someone see.” He stared at me, almost like he couldn’t understand the language I was speaking. As if no one had ever told him those words before.

He let go of my hands. At kusa kong iginapang ang palad ko sa katawan niya habang abala kami sa masidhing halikan. Dahan-dahan kong ipinasok ang palad ko sa loob ng suot niyang t-shirt. And there… I stopped. Para akong nabuhusan ng yelo. His body is kinda familiar. My chest tightened the moment I felt his scars—so many of them, rough and uneven, each one a silent reminder of past pain.

Marami pa akong sinabi sa kanya at talagang nakinig lang siya sa akin, kitang-kita ko sa mga mata niya na walang halong panghuhugas ang mga iyon. "You're so strong, I admired you a lot for being so brave. Not everybody can do that, some can't handle that kind of pain. That can handle trauma, some are still stuck because of the past that they are still living and haunted by," he seriously said, he's like saying all those words by experiences.

Kinuha niya ang kamay kong nakatakip sa hinaharap ko at hinalikan ang palad hanggang sa balikat ko at tinignan ako sa mga mata. “Don’t cover it, love,” puno ng lambing niyang saad kaya mas lalo akong namula sa sinabi niya. “It’s beautiful,” aniya puno ng pagkamangha. Napairap ako. How can my body look so beautiful when it’s full of scars? He traced his fingers on the left side of my stomach. Kung saan may huling tahi roon na nakuha ko mula sa laban noong nasa France kami—and he was there too.