DESTINED

33.

"Let me see the times you needed me and I wasn't there."

I hesitated as uncertainty flickered within me, staring at him with a mix of hesitation and doubt.

"Please," he pleaded, his voice carrying a sense of emotions.

I found myself looking into his eyes, where I saw a genuine plea.

After a moment, I sighed, feeling the weight of his request.

"They are ugly," I stated slowly, my voice barely above a whisper, as I prepared to delve into the painful memories.

But before I could continue, he interjected softly, his voice filled with reassurance.

"They are not," he said, gently squeezing my hand.

"They resemble how brave you were to endure all the pain alone, so they are beautiful."

His words caught me off guard, piercing through the veil of self-doubt that had clouded my perception for so long.

With his reassuring touch and unwavering support, I felt a sense of warmth and acceptance wash over me, easing the weight of my burdened heart.

He gave me that comforting look

Finally, after pondering for some time, I made the decision to show him.

With a hesitant hand, I grabbed the end of my top and slowly began to pull it up, all the while feeling his gaze fixed on my face.

I tossed the top beside me and sat there in only my inner, meeting his gaze as his eyes bore into mine.

In his eyes, I found a love and comfort I had been yearning for, a comfort I hadn't realized I'd been longing for all these years.

He reached for my hand slowly, leaning in to give me a light peck on my head.

"You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life," he reassured, sensing my tension.

His words washed over me, easing the tension in my body.

Cupping my cheek with one hand while the other still held mine

"Now and always, I'm by your side, whatever you go through," he reassured softly.

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes as his words touched my wounded soul.

He leaned forward once more, planting a tender kiss on my head before slowly pulling away.

As he took in my appearance, my heart raced with vulnerability.

His gaze fell upon the scars that marred my skin, remnants of the pain I had endured.

Some had faded with time, while others remained as permanent reminders of my past struggles.