Narbe
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Adelynn is an orphan living in the streets of Paris. In 1935 her parents were brutally murdered and she was left with a horrible scar sliced across her face. She ran. Three years later, she is not accepted by society. The police think that she somehow killed her parents. The rest of Paris doesn't- they know it was a true murderer that did it. The only thing Adelynn was left with was her mothers burgundy beret, fathers alto saxophone and the clothes she was wearing. She stays in the company of a ghost- Tristan. Her guardian angel, her imaginary friend. Adelynn and her tenor saxophonist ghost travel Paris busking in railways to survive, running when at risk of being caught by the police. But then something more devastating happens, when Paris is invaded by the Nazis, and they know shes from a Jewish family. Will she survive her fate? Or not? **this is a new story. There may be some changes to it in the next little while. Tell me if any bad grammar! Thank you for reading! :) **
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"He bore too many scars, mentally, physically, yet I cherished each and every one like it was my own to heal. I loved every scar he carried. I was aware he was wounded. No, wait, deep down I knew his soul was wounded. Still, I loved him. I loved his wounded soul. I-I gave him everything I had in me. EVERYTHING, bu-" She pauses, wiping the tears that began rolling down her eyes, then chuckles to herself. "But what about the scars he inflicted upon me? I could never embrace them. He took everything from me-my body.. my soul and left me wounded. I have nothing left of me at this point. He wounded me beyond repair. So, Tell me Doctor, how can I love my scars? How can I love my wounds? Because as of now, I've completely forgotten how to love at all." ~Scar x Gia~

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