Fragments of a Hidden Face

ut they never talk about the scar

mask became

e again. Smiles, small talk, a confident laugh - all part of the act. Behind

l to

d like they belonged - confident, polished, perfect. I wore my favorite black dress, my cri

notic

compliments. Just a steady gaze from across the roo

yself that I was untouchab

ays, has a wicke

sk?" The voice came from behind, rich and

fr

, dark eyes, that crooked smile that made my pulse

w you," I re

omised, offering

cracks of my defenses like sunligh

mask I'd worn so perfectly for ye