The courage to confide in Aaron about my father's abuse still eluded me. While the physical scars could be concealed, the emotional wounds remained, haunting me like shadows of my past.
One evening, Aaron had invited me to wear a stunning floral dress he had chosen for a special date, yet the thought of exposing my battered body was unbearable. I fabricated an excuse, claiming the dress was too revealing.
His disappointment was palpable, but I couldn't summon the strength to share my truth. The last thing I wanted was to witness the worry etched on his face, a concern that would only deepen my sense of entrapment.
Two weeks later, Aaron extended another dinner invitation, and this time, I resolved to surprise him by donning the dress. I yearned to see the admiration in his eyes, to feel beautiful, if only for a fleeting moment. I longed to escape, even briefly, from the pain and fear that had become my unwelcome companions.
As I stepped out of my home, I caught sight of Aaron, his eyes widening in astonishment. He was leaning against his car, engrossed in his phone, but the moment he saw me, everything else faded away.
"Wow, Cupcake, you look stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. A rush of warmth flooded my cheeks, and I averted my gaze, attempting to maintain my composure. Yet, Aaron was relentless; he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine, and guided me to the car.
We arrived at an exquisite restaurant boasting a breathtaking view of the city. As we settled at our table, I found myself captivated by the stunning panorama before us.
The lights sparkled like precious gems, and the sky was a canvas of pink and orange hues. Aaron chuckled, his eyes crinkling with delight, and remarked, "Indeed, the view is truly spectacular." But I understood he was not merely referring to the cityscape; he was speaking of me.
A blush crept across my cheeks, and my heart raced. Aaron delighted in making me blush, and I cherished the way he regarded me, as if I were the sole inhabitant of his world. In that moment, I momentarily forgot my father, the pain, and allowed myself to bask in happiness. I felt as though I were soaring, untouchable by the burdens that usually weighed me down.
To be continued...
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FanfictionLuna's home life was a constant struggle due to her father's addiction and abuse. Despite the chaos, she found solace in her studies and secured a scholarship. At school, she met Aaron, who brought happiness and support into her life. However, their...
