You and Claire had been together for almost a year now, knowing everything about each other inside and out. You found every imperfection on her body perfect, but she thought otherwise.

You had just gotten back to your shared apartment from work, walking into your bedroom but pausing in the doorway. Claire was stood in front of the floor length mirror in her bra, looking at her stomach and arms with a frown. Her scars from fighting in Raccoon City had always bothered her, but it seemed to be getting worse lately. She saw you in the doorway and looked behind her, her cheeks going red.

“Oh, hey, babe. Uhm.. how was work?”

She asked, rushing to put her shirt back on.