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Sunlit Scars | Giselle Aespa

Y/N POV 

The sun was high in the sky, sending golden rays over the beach's stunning coastlines, producing a magnificent landscape that pestered us to spend the day there. It was a perfect day, as if it had been snatched from the pages of a getaway book. The presence of my closest friend, Giselle, made it even more amazing. We'd been together since elementary school, sharing innumerable adventures and whispering secrets beneath the cover of darkness.

I couldn't help but experience a great feeling of happiness as we strolled along the coastline, the soothing lapping of the waves serenading us. The ocean's magnificence stretched out in front of us, its azure waves sparkling in the sunlight. The sky above seemed endless, like a vast canvas covered with the soft brushstrokes of fluffy clouds. It was one of those rare days when the world seemed to be filled with limitless possibilities, and even the mundane seemed remarkable.

Giselle and I set up our little beach spot, our towels meticulously put out, creating a snug refuge among the soft, warm sands. Our picnic basket was opened, displaying a delicious choice of sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a bottle of chilled sparkling water. The warmth of the sun wrapped around us like a loving hug, and the calm, rhythmic crash of the waves created a peaceful soundtrack to our chat.

We sat cross-legged on our towels, smiling brightly at one another, ready to enjoy the simple joys of the day. As we ate our sandwiches and told stories, laughter erupted and mixed with the sound of kids squealing with glee as they made sandcastles nearby. The odd bird flew down to snag a fry or two, providing a whimsical twist to our lovely scene.

"Remember that time we got lost in the woods during our camping trip?" Giselle leaned closer, her eyes twinkling and a naughty grin on her face. I grinned and nodded, remembering the trip that had almost turned into a disaster. The recollection of us attempting to navigate our way back with a soaking wet phone and a failing torch provided laughter and nostalgia, further solidifying our friendship.

We watched as other people walked by, each one enjoying the excitement of this perfect day at the beach. Couples walked hand in hand while families played on the beach, their laughter resonating in the air. The tide's steady rise and fall reflected the slow pace of life on the beach, creating a peaceful haven where time appeared to stand still.

Giselle and I revelled in the beauty of the moment, knowing that life's most cherished memories sometimes take root in the most mundane of days. And as the sun started its leisurely drop into the horizon, we couldn't help but be thankful for the unbroken peace of our relationship and the innumerable sunsets we were yet to experience.

As the day progressed and the sun continued to warm us, the inevitable moment arrived when moisturiser became a requirement as I taking care of my own skin nowadays. I paused for a second, my palm lingering over the bottle, knowing that applying it would require me to remove my shirt. Exposing my back and shoulders was like disclosing the most personal secrets of my history.

Those scars on my skin had been a well-held secret for a long time. They weren't just blemishes. They were live reminders of a turbulent history I'd battled hard to leave behind. They were physical reminders of a period when I was involved with a gang, a chapter of my life that I thought I could forget. Each scar had a tale, a memory, and a battle wound from those days, and I had never told anybody about that part of my past. My scars served as quiet reminders of my internal problems, which were imprinted into the canvas of my body.

Giselle was buried in her thoughts and had no idea what was going on behind me. Her beaming delight, which had been a feature of our day, faded when her eyes rested on the scratches on my back. Her lighthearted manner gave way to serious worry, and her eyes welled up with empathy. As her gaze traced the tangled patterns of my wounds, her heart grieved for me. She couldn't help but wonder what lay beyond.

Giselle moved closer to me with the grace and unwavering compassion that only a real friend could manage. Her arms wrapped around my waist, and she put her chin on my shoulder. I turned to face her, my face reflecting my bewilderment and vulnerability.

"Giselle," I mumbled. "What's going on?"

Giselle's point indicated the depth of our relationship and her concern for me. She leaned in and laid a delicate kiss on one of the more visible scars on my back, her kindness exceeding words. My breath froze in my throat as I said, "Giselle, what are you doing?"

Her reaction was swift and firm, and as she fixed her gaze on me, her eyes filled with profound, real sorrow. "No one has ever kissed them better before, so I'm doing it now."

I was left speechless, my emotions surging within me. My eyes welled up with tears, but they weren't tears of sadness or pain. These were tears of gratitude, intense passion, and an overpowering sense that someone had finally noticed the sorrow and struggle lurking under the surface. Giselle's unexpected and compassionate act beamed like a beacon of light amid the depths of my past. It reminded me that I wasn't alone, that someone was ready to face my demons alongside me, and that my scars did not define me. She continued to kiss my scars softly, each one a quiet reminder that I was not alone, that I was loved, and that my history did not define me.

As she moved to another scar, I asked, "But why, Giselle? Why are you doing this?"

She paused for a second, her lips millimetres away from another scar, and looked me in the eyes with absolute honesty. "Because I want you to know, my dear friend, that you are more than the sum of your scars. You've gone through a lot, but you've come out stronger and wiser. These scars convey a story of courage, and I want to respect it. I want you to see them as symbols of your power, not of your misery."

Her comments struck a deep chord within me, and I couldn't help but feel a deep feeling of healing taking place. Giselle's acts were a symbol of acceptance and unconditional love, not simply physical kissing. They reminded me that I didn't have to bear the burden of my history alone.

I felt a warmth in my heart that I hadn't felt in a long time at that incredible moment as Giselle proceeded to lay gentle kisses on my back. The weight of my past began to lift, and I realised that I could heal and move on, no longer bound by the history I had sought to flee. Giselle's love and support were constant, and I treasured her for it. The link between us became even deeper that day, and I will always be thankful for her generosity, compassion, and love.

My scars on my back remained, but they were no longer a cause of embarrassment for me. They'd changed into a sign of strength, a reminder that I'd overcome the darkness of my past. With Giselle by my side, I had discovered a new beginning, and I could finally trust that the future offered limitless possibilities, much like the broad, open beach that spread before us.

-THE END-