The Scars We Hide

She was the type to hide in the background, never putting herself on display. Head down, lips shut. He on the other hand was every girl's dream guy. Outgoing, his laughter, the way his hair fell ever so perfectly on his perfectly sculpted face. His jokes, the way his humor was rude and sarcastic. Now, this isn't some love story about opposites coming together in some weird unexpected love. At least that's not the story those fresh cuts on their bodies say.

(part of a 'series')