
The fear that she'd felt just by hearing her father's footsteps. Her childhood, when her father had beaten her for the first time, her mother doing nothing against it. "You have a burden to take off your shoulders as well."Īnd so she did. "You don't have to be scared to tell me you know," he said taking her hand. She knew he waited for her to continue but she couldn't. She didn't want to bother him with her story now.
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" She felt like her pain was nothing beside his. "A story for a story, remember?" He smiled at her as she looked at her scars. He finally took her chin to lift her head so he can look at her. He did the same with her wrist and they stayed like that for a few minutes. This," she looked at her wrist, "it's nothing." She took his hand and let her fingers run on his scars. You had to take that burden off your shoulders. "I'm sorry I-I didn't see I was hurting you I-" Well just for a second because seeing her crying broke his heart. She was right because he felt better now. She knew he had to tell this to someone, to let go of this burden. He hadn't seen he was squeezing her wrist so hard because of the memories. He knew they were because of the story he just told but also because he accidentally hurt her. There, I was well-treated because of my shadowsinging gifts but the scars remained." He finally looked at her and let go of her wrist, seeing her tears running down her face. They sent me to an Illyrian training camp. Warriors saved me when they heard my screams. My half-brothers poured oil on my hands then lit them on fire to see for how long I could stand it. My Illyrian instincts had pushed me to train and fly but I was not allowed to do so. My stepmother locked me in a cell without any light or windows." She flinched as she remembered the month in the Autumn Court."For eleven years, she'd trapped me there and let me go outside only an hour a day and let me see my mother for an hour every week. I lived with my father, my stepmother and my two half-brothers. She was drowning in his hazel eyes when he said "A story for a story?" She frowned but didn't ask what he meant because she immediately understood as he looked down at his hand still holding her wrist. A faint light but you know that if you come closer, it will light you too. Even with his shadows around him, he was like the light you see in the darkness. He was not just handsome but he was so kind and warm. Well, even if he doesn't smile, she doesn't understand why he doesn't have someone. He surely didn't smile often because if he did, he would have a ton of women at his feet. It was a faint smile but it lightened the room. He finally looked at her and offered her a warm smile. Seeing his scarred hand holding her scarred wrist was somehow reassuring. However, it was comforting that she was not the only one who had scars. And now that she saw him staring at her scars she felt weird.

He couldn't erase the image of her, hurting herself. He hid the pain in his eyes because he knew that it won't help her but it did hurt him. He gently took her wrist and looked down to see a map of scars. I won't tell anyone, I promise." He looked at her in the eyes and sensed her relax. "You saw mine, it would be fair that I see yours. He understood now why she asked him that. He immediately knew what she was trying to hide. Surely that was something she didn't realize she was doing but she did it as a habit. He saw she was hiding her left wrist while saying this. There was no pity in them, just understanding. "Scars don't disappear even if you're immortal?" Her eyes met his and his heart melted. He flinched, scared that she would find him horrible but when he looked at her there was only curiosity and understanding. She took the cup, brushing his scarred hand. She smiled at the memories then looked at Azriel who offered her a cup of tea. After that, they were always together doing bad jokes to people. They'd stayed with each other for the rest of the evening and they became best friends. She explained that there was a party for artists and she came dressing as Van Gogh, Feyre came as "Starry Night" They had both looked at each other then nobody could stop them from laughing. He had to admit that the story was funny. Her smile was huge and she sometimes stops talking to laugh.

He was staring at her while she was telling him how she'd met Feyre.
