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Burns ( Louis Tomlinson )

Burns ( Louis Tomlinson )

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Could anyone ever learn to love a girl with burns that take up more than 60% of her arms? The girl that walks through the hall with a hoodie on to hide the few ugly scars that are on her face, but mostly to hide her arms. Those ugly, ugly arms. Those arms that had been burned stretching out to save a mother that was burning to death in a house fire, A mother that would never make it out alive. Could someone love these arms? This scarred face? These burns? This broken heart? This orphan?
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"Mae, show me." He demanded. I knew this would come up someday. My scars are from years ago when I wasn't happy with myself, or happy with anything really. I'm better now but I still don't like showing them to people. Most people ignore them but I knew once Ash saw them that he was going to ask. "Mae." He says again. What if he doesn't like them? What if he thinks they're ugly? What if he hears the story of them and decides he doesn't want me anymore? What do I do then? ... I slowly took off my jacket and showed him my wrist. "Why would you ever do that darling?" Tears started forming in my eyes. "I'm sorry. It was years ago when I wasn't happy and it's a long story." "Darling, look at me." He told me, lifting my chin. "I'm not mad at you. How long has it been since you've done that?" "Five years." "That's amazing, Mae." "You don't hate them?" "I hate that you felt the need to do that, but no, I don't hate them." He kissed my forehead, calming me down.

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