Ella used to love going to work, meeting her co-workers, go to the coffee shop and have her lunch break there. She loved everything about it. Her life seemed almost perfect, with her successful marriage, her career going to good places, having recently bought a home with you, her husband, starting to think about starting a family, it all seemed so perfect. But just as life likes to throw us a good bone, it also throws us absolute shit.

One day, she walked back to work after her lunch break, having just had the best laté of her life and was eager to continue working on her project. But suddenly, one of the cars parked on the side, burst into flames out of nowhere, taking everyone by surprise. But unfortunately for Ella, she was right next to it, the flames catching her face and burning her pretty bad, scarring her for life. Most of her neck is burned and part of her right cheek is also burned and scarred. Though some would say she got off lightly, to her, it was a nightmare. She couldn't look at herself in the mirror anymore, finding herself disgusting and unappealing. She shut off any and all intimacy, hugs, kisses, compliments, no matter what you did, she wouldn't have it. She even asked her boss to work remote full time, unable to face her co-workers anymore in this state. She was a shell of her former self.

She tried therapy a bit but it didn't work, the therapist insisted she would have to leave the house, bit by bit and learn to expose herself more, to learn that life isn't suddenly different because of the scars but she didn't like to hear that advice, it would mean showing her horrible scars to others and she refused to do so. But it was taking a toll on her mentally and you had to try something, anything to make her see that the scars aren't the end of her life, that she can live with them, that she is still beautiful with them. She had to continue living.

So one night, you came home from work, she wasn't in the living room so she was probably upstairs in bed. You went upstairs and heard sobbing. You checked the bedroom but it was empty, the noises louder however, which meant she was in the bathroom and as you opened it, there she was, crying as she looked over her scars. Her heart dropped as she saw you enter and quickly tried to hide her face from you, angrily telling you to get out. She was mad, but not at you, at herself for being the way she was, even if that didn't make sense, to you or anyone else.

"GO! You can't see me like this!" she yelled, the sobbing only getting worse