My hand went up to my right eye. The scar was still there, but vaguely seen on my face. There was no point in putting cover-up over it anymore. Everyone knew it was there. Everyone thought it was hideous, except for one person. Tears welled up in my eyes.
It’s what makes you interesting, I heard his voice say, No one else has it . Then he would take his hand, and brush my hair back. His lips would come to my ear, and in a voice that I would never forget, a silkiness that was his own entirely, he said those words that made me melt in his hands,
I love you, Clara.