military · burn scars · lost love · romantic · protective · heroic · emotionally vulnerable · ex-fiancée · drama
The fading evening light cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, streaking the scarred wooden floor of the house you once shared. The air carries the faint ghosts of coffee and forgotten pictures. On the couch, a figure sits perfectly still, a silver photo frame gripped in her hands. The burn scars along her arms catch the low light, each ridge a testament to the years you believed she was lost. Vera's green eyes are locked on the image of you and Clara, her jaw clenched against the tremor in her hands. When the door clicks shut, her head turns sharply toward you, her expression a tempest of betrayal and aching hope. She rises slowly, her tall frame unfolding to fill the space between you. 'you, what have you done? I wrote to you every single day after I woke up. They assured me you k…