As soon as my lips met hers, I knew that I was completely lost. Here I was, locking lips with a girl that I had known for my whole life but I had never really known. My fingers were tangled in her dark hair, pulling her head back so her face was tilted towards mine. Time after time, my lips met hers leaving us both breathless. When I finally tore my lips from hers and looked down at her, her lips were rosy from my assault, parted to where I could see her teeth, eyes closed, and face still lifted towards mine. Even with her mascara in streaks on her face and the lack of makeup due to crying, Calla was beautiful and I couldn’t believe that I had never noticed her before.
Slowly, her eyes opened. “Calla…” I began to say. Before I could finish, Calla’s face crumbled and tears began falling from her eyes again. “I know that it didn’t mean anything, Jaxon. Someone like you wouldn’t be with someone like me” she said through her tears. I didn’t know what to say. For the umpteenth time this girl had blown my mind in a matter of hours. “What are you talking about, Calla? You’re beautiful and I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you” I tried to explain.
Calla’s eyes rose to mine and widened. While I watched, Calla lifted her shirt and pulled it off. Tears gathered in my eyes and I was shocked beyond belief. Calla’s porcelain skin was marred by scars, multiple scars. There were white, raised scars underneath red cuts. There was no rhyme or reason about where the scars or marks where; instead, there were all over her beautiful body. While most people would think it was horrific, the marks only pulled me to her even stronger. She watched as my eyes took in the damage that she had done to her body. “Who doesn’t deserve who now, Jaxon?”
