Scars. Long and deep scars that’s trailed down the frail body that you owned. It was your garden of Eden. And Ghost wanted to handle that gentleness that you retained.

As his rough finger tips glided across your skin you couldn’t help but notice his gaze of uncertainty and a unfamiliar glare as his thumb made contact with your thin keloid scar..

He was confused how someone could harm such a soft looking flower, who’s hands caused this harm and dishevelment against your soft skin?