Save Me

Epilogue

-Lex

I hummed softly to the song playing over the old boombox sitting on the bathroom counter. The beautiful music drifted out of the joined room and into the bedroom where it met my waiting ears. I loved this song, I thought as I pulled up my last clean pair of blue jeans. The last pair that even fit anymore. I sighed loudly as I picked up the soft, chocolatly brown shirt that was draped over a nearby chair. Pulling the free flowing fabric over my head, I lowered it to just above my belly button before stopping. Gazing into the the full length mirror hanging on the wall in front of me, my eyes zeroed in on the hideous mark.

A thick, pink line wormed its ugly way from above my navel to about six inches below it. The disgusting mark was knarled, the edges curling with time. However, the discoloration of it never faded, it still remained a bright pinkish-red. The color contrast from my skin was more than obvious, it was as if the brutilized sikin was screaming for attention. Here I am! Look at me! Remember that time your own family member hated you enough to stab and try to kill you? Remember? I do!

I glared at the scar's ugly appearance, taking in its size and how it stopped just before the waist of my pants.

"Looking at it again, sweetheart?" I jumped at the sound of his voice, not realizing he'd came upstairs. Suddenly I was not alone in the reflection of the mirror, he appeared just over my shoulder. I attempted to pull my shirt down and hide the ugly mark, but he was to fast. Quickly and carefully, he wrapped his arms around my middle, trapping my shirt up where it was. Giving up all hopes of hiding it, I let my arms drop limply at my sides and allowed myself to cave into him. His chest pressed to my back, supporting most of my weight as I leaned into his warmth, yet my eyes flinted around the room desperately avoiding his.

"Love, look into that mirror." Shaking my head in response, I looked at the wall beside it instead. "Lexington Gabriella Lands, look into that mirror." His voice was stern and firm, yet it held an underlying level of gentleness. Reluctantly, I tore my eyes from our navy blue walls to the reflective surface of the mirror. He smiled softly at me, his arms rested carefully above my swollen stomach, hugging me to him. He gazed steadily at me, shifting nervously, I twirled my silver wedding ring around my ringer.

"My sweet, sweet, Lexington," he breathed as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, breaking his intense gaze. Leaning into him, I pressed the side of my face to the side of his head, his unruly hair tickled my cheek slightly. After a moment of silence, he lifted his head and met my eyes within the mirror, a lopsided grin lighting his face. "I love you. I love you so much. Please don't be disgusted with your body, or your scars. They just mean that you are stronger than whatever tried to hurt you, they are a reminder that you survived. You are so incredibly strong and beautiful, Lexi, and I love you so, so much." He traced his fingers over the scar gingerly before he squeezed me a little tighter, kissing my head again.

My eyes watered as I was reminded of the first time he told me he loved me. Laying in that stale hospital room, wrapped in bandages, him standing over me. With all the pain medicine I was on, its a miricale I can remember his words at all! I do though. Every word. I even remember how nervous and cute he was when he went on to explain about matches and how they worked. He was such a wreck that I had to ask him to repeat himself a couple times because I couldn't understand him! A smile tugged at my lips as I thought of his long explanation about Matches.

'A Match is a person who is designed specifically for you, like a soulmate. They are the one person who will ever fully understand who you are and what makes you tick, which ironically is them. Without this person you feel angry all the time, but when they finally come in to your life, its like someone turned on the light. Your entire world becomes solely them and you will do literally any and everything for them. Lexington, you are my Match.'