Loss Of The Stars

Chapter 13

(Nagisa's POV)

I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom, I got out for a second to look for a change of clothes and underwear, but when I came back...the first thing I saw was Karma stripping off his shirt.

Oh my god!

I shrieked and turned around, dropping my belongings so I could cover my eyes.

I heard Karma make a humming sound. "Nagisa? What's up?"

"Nothing...nothing!"

It was quiet for a moment until he laughed, and somehow, that made my obvious blush deepen.

Damn him and his perfect features.

Everything about him was perfect, his laugh, his smile, his hair, face...and the rest of his body...(what am I talking about? I haven't even seen the rest of him yet).

...yet.

Okay, it's obvious that I'm crushing on him, and everything about him will seem perfect to me, but I genuinely believe he's a descendant of some Greek god!

And yes, I know that nobody is perfect, that every human being in this world has their flaws and imperfections, but even his imperfections seem perfect to me.

"Don't feel embarrassed, Blue, let's just take a shower and do whatever afterwards."

I forced an inhale before exhaling slowly, calming down my racing heart. Clearing my throat, I turned around, trying not to run out of the bathroom at the sight of him.

His bare chest had me wild inside, I couldn't help but stare. He is absolutely gorgeous.

But there was something that caught me eye...

I didn't even notice when I walked up to him and started running my thumb over a lightly elevated scar.

He flinched at the sudden contact and I frowned. "How'd you get this?" I asked, pausing my movements so I could look up and meet his gaze.

All I saw of his expression was disinterest.

"I don't remember....don't worry about it."

Despite him telling me not to worry, I couldn't help but do the exact opposite. I have plenty of these type of scars decorating my body, and I remember how I got each and every one of them.

It's not something one can forget easily. Every scar has its story...and sometimes it's hard to tell them.

Karma pushed my arm away and grabbed onto the hem of my shirt, and before I could react, he pulled off my shirt, leaving me exposed.

My insecurity resurfaced.

Karma wore a shocked expression, his eyes widening and his mouth agape.

I wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out. He saw them. His eyes looked over each and every one of my flaws.

I tried moving away, I tried to run, but he kept me in place, restricting me from escaping his grasp.

"How..." He finally spoke, and I was afraid of being thrown to the side, being rejected by the first person to accept me in such a long time. "How did you...?"

I hung my head in shame, refusing to meet his eyes. "Each scar...has its story. But--but I'm not comfortable....in sharing them..."

The silence between us suffocated me, more than any body of water ever could.

"Nagisa--you're body is littered in scars! Have you been constantly stabbed?!"

His loud voice made me flinch, but his words made me cower. I remained there, paralyzed. I know he meant no harm...but I was terrified, I don't know what to do, I felt like screaming...but I couldn't.

"--gisa what's wrong? Hey Nagisa, are you listening to me?"

His voice sounded muffled to me, I wasn't aware that he'd been trying to talk to me, or that my body was shaking against my will.

I practically jumped six feet high when his hand touched the side of my face. "Hey..." He said in a soft tone, his thumb caressing my cheek. "Take steady breaths, okay? Slow and steady."

Steady breaths? Why? Nevertheless, I did as told, and it was then I realized that was breathing rapidly, which was making me feel dizzy.

Inhale and exhale. Slow and steady.

"That's it, you're doing great. Now look at me." His hand went under my chin, raising my head until his eyes met mine. "Just relax. You're safe." He dropped his hands, taking mine into his own and passing his thumb over my knuckles.

"You're not alone."