“You say a storm like it’s a bad thing, like being broken makes you weak or incapable,” I reach out and hesitate before cupping the side of her neck with my hand gently. I run my fingers down the side of her neck, “They broke you that night,” I agree, “but you lived. You lived, Scar. You took the pieces of your soul and fused them back together. Yeah, it fucking looks different now, you aren’t the same girl as back then. You’re scarred, but you’re stronger, nothing shakes you now. You take what you want, and you’ve built a fucking empire for yourself.
