"Scars heal.." "No they don't, wounds heal." "You're right, scars don't heal, they fade-" "I do not care what scars do." "You should, you got to let go of that stuff from the past, because it just does not matter. The only thing that matters, is what you chose to be now.."
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"You ready?" Says a dark brown hair hued boy. Gilbert leaning against Merliah's dresser with his arms crossed. His, what she called french hat
was on his head covering up his adorable curls, causing them to drape across his forehead in an adorable manner. His eyes finding the destination of a brunette sitting at her vanity, looking in the mirror. She brought her fingers up and touched the bruises that were now the color of green mixed with yellow.
"Ow.." she says after pressing against it
