Woe
RYOH
I fell in love with her that night. She was the girl of my dreams. She never once painted her face to be someone she was not; yet, half of her face was covered by the light swishes of her hair. The night of my show, she was the only one in the crowd that was willing to be herself. I could not help but notice her full deep red dress swished on the floor as she walked when I went to catch up to her after my performance was complete. When I caught up to her and she turned to see me, I told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and immediately went in for a kiss. My right hand lightly pushed some of her hair away from her face so I could feel her soft skin as we kissed. But soft was not what I had found. The whole side of her face was covered in jagged scars. She jumped away from me when she felt my hand on her face. All I could do was grab her hand, pull her back toward me, and kiss her again. But I always wondered what had caused the scars to take over her face.