'He said I was special and that's why he marked me differently.' I thought back to his words, he'd spared me from having the first letter of his name engraved into my face. I didn't know if I should be thankful for that or to hate him for doing this to begin with.
'I'm sorry.' She whispered then pulled her hand away, I could see that it pained her to see it, to feel it but she wanted me to talk, so I was going to talk.
'You said he did it out of love but this was pure hate.' I pointed to the 'C'.
'This was pure hate.' I turned around and lifted my shirt for her to see my back. She eyed my scarred skin, I could almost hear her heart shattering, I didn't mean to hurt her but I had to get it out, like she had told me to.
'This was pure hate.' I held my hand over my heart. He'd broke my he
