Ignite [Book Three In The "Fire And Lightning" Series]

Chapter Forty- "Ich Liebe Diche"

Alright guys, I've never had a special somepony on Valentine's Day, but yesterday takes the reward for the crappiest V-Day of all. My lung collapsed while I was singing in church, and I had to go to the ER, where they basically put a plastic dagger connected to a tube in my ribs to inflate my lung back up. It still hurts, and I'm stuck in the hospital until tomorrow afternoon. :/ At least I have my mom and my phone to keep me company. And the food isn't half-bad.

June 7, 2018. 08:47.
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~~Willow~~

I looked at my back, wings slightly spread so I could see my largest scar, the claw marks that Wild Card had given me. Curiously, I touched my healed scars with a tender finger, instantly regretting my decision with a wince.

Connor ducked his head in as he entered our tiny base. It was no Mount Justice, but it was all we had. "Willow, are you alright?" He whispered.

We were alone in the hollowed-out hill, everyone else was outside, preparing. Olivia was captured, and not one of us, least of all me, was willing to leave her in Darkseid's hands. Perhaps this time we would succeed. Maybe, just maybe, this time we could get Olivia and Wally and Mother Box.

I was silent, tracing the scars on my right shoulder.

Connor gently folded both his hands around mine. "Willow, come on, talk to me. Please." He begged.

The scars on my eyes, the ones that started this whole mess, began to sting. "Am... Am I ugly?"

Connor was taken aback. "No! Of course not!" He cupped a hand under my chin, keeping a firm grip on hand with the other. At least, as firm a grip as he could with a broken wrist.

"Whatever makes you say that?" He tilted my head so that I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes.

"Look at me, Connor." I bit my lip stubbornly.

Connor stared into my eyes. "I am. And I don't see any reason why you use such an adjective to describe yourself." He said firmly.

I shook my head, shaking off his his grip. "But I am, Connor. On the inside, I lock away a monster. And my outsides are the representation of it."

"You never saw me as Pyro. Practically everyone else here did." I wanted to add.

"That's the point, Scar." Connor took my hand again, making me stop.

"You don't want to be a monster. And the fact that you continue to resist it makes you beautiful."

I brought my wings up in front of my face, not wanting Connor to see me cry.

I hated crying.

I hated seeing other people cry, it meant that something had gone wrong.

I hated other people seeing me cry, it made me look weak.

"Don't leave me, Scar," Connor gently brushed aside my wing and wrapped his arms me. "it doesn't matter if you want to or not. I'm not losing you again."

I sighed, letting the shudders leave my body. "Okay."

I let him hold me, slowly placing my wings around him to return the gesture.

"Ich liebe dich." I paused, suddenly wondering if it was the right moment to say such a thing.

However, when Connor spoke , I could hear the smile in his voice. "Ich liebe dich too, leibling."