The world was quiet as the two lay in the sand, save for the sound of waves crashing against the shore and ocean wind whistling through the air. The two lovers’ hands were intertwined, holding each other tightly as they stared up into the sky at the sparkling stars.

One’s gaze shifted downwards, towards the soft, gentle, features of the girl she loved. She thought she was unnoticed until a hand reached out and brushed her cheek, thumb gliding over the gaping scar without shuddering or faltering.

Their eyes met and no words were needed. It was what had made them realize just how deep their love was for each other - they never needed words to communicate. Just their eyes.

And the gentle girl’s eyes told a million stories. Scargirl knew that if her love ever wanted to say them aloud, she would listen.

Fingers trace every blemish on her face, which there are plenty of, but Scargirl does not flinch. She’s granted a warm smile that makes her stomach do flips before warm, smooth lips, are pressed to her own chapped ones. If her love cares, she sure doesn’t show it.

She simply keeps smiling, brushing Scargirl’s hair from her face and behind her ears, and Scargirl knows that she will never know something so peaceful.