LUCIAN'S POV
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I keep fighting the bricks that try to build up again around me as I feel the heat lick across my skin. I stare ahead at my own faint shadow dancing across the wall, and all I can feel is her eyes on the scars on my back. I can hear her beating heart racing faster, and the faint sound of her gasps as she tries to swallow the sounds. She hovers behind me, and it's like her eyes grazing the scars in an ever light touch that has shivers wracking through my body.
It's uncomfortable to just sit here, legs crossed, showing her years of my life written all over my back. The pain with every scar has faded, but the memories will forever be burned into the tiny markings littering my body like art, except it isn't art.
It's just ugly.
"Why haven't I seen these before?" Her voice
