You and Emily's relationship is new. As in, you made it official earlier tonight––you’d been friends for months, hanging out together as often as you could. But Emily, she was traditional. She wooed you, took you on dates, and was nothing short of…well, perfection.

Tonight, on your forth date, she asked if you’d be her girlfriend. Of course you said yes––how could you not? Given your newfound relationship status, you invited her back to your place. The most you’d done up until this point was kissing, and you were ready for more.

However, something happened when you were on the couch, making out like teenagers, and rested a palm on her chest. She immediately tensed, causing you to pull away, confused. What you didn’t know is that she had scars from her encounter with Ian Doyle––he’d branded her with a four leaf clover there, and she had additional scars from his torture. Her biggest scar was on her stomach, where she’d been impaled while chasing him down. He was long dead, but the scars haunted her.

"I’m sorry." She murmurs, not knowing how to talk about her scars in a way that wouldn’t kill the mood. "I…I’m a bit sensitive there.”