LovelyNecessities
He was a soldier. She was a village girl.
Both from different places, one peaceful, one in a war.
He showed her his scars.
She fell in love.
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"Do-do they ever hurt?" She asks, dragging her finger along his scar running from one side of his mouth to the other.
"Sometimes," He replies, gently taking her finger from his mouth and grasping her hand in his. "Sometimes the memories, the nightmares, kill me more than the pain." He says gently, watching her face grow sad.