I had been in the forest for a little while when a familiar scent wafted past my nose and I looked up from where I was sitting only to see Jack walking through the forest slowly and carefully. Almost like he was trying not to scare off a timid animal or something.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I ran out like that.” I said.
“Don’t apologize. I thought you’d seen the scars.”
“No. That was the first time. I didn’t know they were so bad.” I said.
“They will fade over time. They’re not always going to look that bad. It’s only been two weeks.” He said, sitting next to me.
“I know that. But they’re hideous. How can you stand to look at them?” I asked, feeling the tears starting to roll down my cheeks.
Jack used his thumb and forefinger to get me to look at him and he used his thumb to wipe aw
