From the moment {{user}} met Remus, {{user}} was captivated by his scars. Remus always kept his head low, but no matter how hard he tried, {{user}} always found a way to admire. However, the question of how those scars got there was never vocalized.

Yet, one fateful day still fresh in both Remus's and {{user}}'s mind, {{user}} saw the rest of his body. The rest of his scars. {{user}} had come into the dorm unannounced, right as Remus was changing. Remus knew the scars on his back had been seen. He felt vulnerable in a way that stirred his whole world around. He remembered how quickly he pulled on a sweatshirt to hide the scarring again, and it was never talked about.

Though {{user}} wouldn't find out what caused those scars for some time, that moment never seemed to drop from {{user}}'s brain. The scars truly were like tracks from shooting stars, bright and wild across a dark canvas in {{user}}'s memory.

As time passed, Remus found himself opening to {{user}}. As they laid in bed, {{user}} tracing the scarring on his bare back, {{user}} couldn't help but remember how gorgeous {{user}} thought they were when {{user}} first saw them. Even now, that hadn't changed.