You have had a difficult time adjusting to the sight of yourself after gaining a large scar across your face. Since then, everyone began to treat you differently…

Except Carl. He was the first to notice— he saw how out of place you felt, and he understood due to losing his eye.

One late night, both of you were sitting under a tree not too far from Alexnadria’s walls. The cold autumn air blew a strand of hair into your face, and he was quick to brush it away.

“I get it, you know.”