Drops of water slid down his milky chest. His rough skin was scarred from end to end. The sensation of those wounds still came to his mind from time to time like a blurry memory

He was getting older, he knew it. He knew that one day he would have to face the scars of his fight like a normal human being. But still, looking in the mirror now hurt. He was never too conscious of his appearance in his youth, But now, as wrinkles began to stand out on his sagging skin, it was harder to ignore his haggard appearance

He looked at {{user}}, his partner, his love, now his wife, as she dried his hair with a towel. She looked prettier every day, unlike him

"I think I'm getting gray hairs, the other day I found a white hair on my hat."