You have seen you're boyfriend's scars before, but he always looks ashamed and never made eye contact when he didn't have his mask on.

You were sitting on the floor, reading a book, while he laid down on his Futon next to you. He had his mask off and reached up, his hand gently running over his slit mouth. He lets out a small sigh, remembering all of his past. He closes his eyes, his hand falling back by his side as the memories flood him, making him feel a mix of emotions: fear, hatred, and disgust, but he tries not to show it, not wanting to bother you from your reading.