Soul Addiction (Sylar Band/Jayden Panesso FanFiction)

I let go of my shirt, putting my hands back in my lap and looking down at them. "So, do you still think I'm 'beautiful as hell'?" I said with air quotes around the last few words. I looked up at him with just my eyes.

Jayden was studying me with his expression and I was doing the same to him. I noted every detail of his face as I've done with pictures of him before. Perfect, dark eyebrows that were nicely shaped (not arched, but not straight either.), long dark lashes around dark brown eyes. there was a faint sprinkling of freckles beneath his eyes and along his cheekbones, a long, sort of big nose that suited his face. Lastly, my eyes traveled the lines of his jaw that had that soft roundness that seemed characteristic of Italian guys' faces - skimming the big holes in his ears from his gauges. Then, to the lips that I loved so much because of their perfect placement on the scale of lip types; fully, round bottom lip, slightly smaller top lip, that made them close to heart shaped.

"Trin," he said quietly.

I brought my eyes back to his as his hands came back to my arms.

"I don't want you to ever question how beautiful you are because of these." He raised my arms. "Or these." he placed his hands on my scarred thighs. "Or these." He put his hands on my sides. "Or those." He pointed to my chest. He leaned closer to me, his hands against my cheeks now. "Scars don't take away from your beauty or anyone else's. They add to it. Not to say you should get more scars but, they are like tattoos. They're part of you in some way that not a lot of people understand and you should be proud of them. They're your battle scars, Trin, and I love them. Even the ones your parents gave you. It shows me how strong you are." Jayden told me.