"Why are you looking down?" He brushed his warm lips on her hair.
"Because these marks remind me of that night that I try to forget every day." The pain in her heart was flashing in her narrow voice. "I'm afraid of these scars." She flapped her eyelids to prevent tears from coming out of her eyes. This was not new for Max. He was very well aware of her feelings. But still, her words were like thorns that touched his heart. But still, he wanted her to come over her fear. He let go of the grip on her chin and placed his same warm palm on her cheek.
"Look at me." He whispered in a low voice, but because of the closeness between them, she could hear easily. She lifted her eyelids and met her eyes with his beautiful green eyes.
"You have to fight with this fear of yours. You have to face it."