Cure for All My Scars

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩," I whispered, my voice heavy with the weight of old wounds that had long turned to scars. "𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚." "𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪," he murmured, his voice a mix of defiance and unexpec...