A soft smile crossed her face at his touch. He was curious to why, but it was nice to see. Her words had him perking up, wondering what she could possibly mean. Looking at the female he noted for the first time the scars on her chest. They seemed to mimic his own, if longer and more to the side than his. While Hadley's marks were clean, deliberate, Isa's were messy, as if done in a fit of rage. Someone had hurt her. It made him sorrowful to see such a thing, and know that he couldn't heal it. The female stepped forward, tracing over his scars.
Hesitantly Hadley reached out his own hand. He touched her scars lightly, not tracing them like she did to his numerous ones. There were so many on his body, though the worst and largest of them was from Amy tormenting him nearly to death. The ones that followed, while still fairly deep and painful, never brought him as close to death as he'd been then. The ones on Isa's body were so different, so angry. He shook his head softly. You're hurt too. She stepped away, and looking at her Hadley realized how much more experienced she seemed with the pain marring his body. Will...p-protect now... If he could, Hadley would keep her from being hurt again. Just like Selene.
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