I realized that Levana had a time to make a better choice, so I wrote it.
"I've heard the rumors." Evret said.
Levana grimaced.
"And I know your sister said you were ugly from the time you were a baby, and I can only imagine the kind of damage that does to a person. But … Levana…" Sighing, Evret came up behind her, settling his warm hands on her shoulders. "I had a wife once that I could talk to about anything. That I trusted implicitly. I think, if you and I are going to make this work, we need to at least try to have that too. But that will never happen if you're always going to hide from me."
Levana sighed. She was breaking. Every word he said was true. She was hiding from him and they would never have that kind of marriage.
"You don't understand, I'm hideous." She couldn't believe she admitted to that.
"It doesn't matter, can I just see you?" Evert said, still staying mellow.
"Do you love me?" She didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out.
"I have found that there is good in you," He sighed. "But there is also some evil."
She wasn't surprised he said that. She wanted to change, so badly. But there was nothing she could do. Everything would hurt to change it. Divorcing Evret, and show everyone how hideous she was.
"I know." She almost whispered. Then she felt her eyes water. She glamored it away, but then she remember what this conversation was about. She let go of the glamour for the crying.
"You can change though." He said hopefully.
She looked up at him. "It's too hard, and I know how selfish that is."
"All you need is too let go of your glamour, at least for now."
She sighed, "First you didn't answer my question, do you love me? I love you."
"I've known you forever and before we married, I thought you would be a nice friend, and you were. But I can only love you if you stop hiding."
"And divorce you probably." She was letting it all out, but she didn't like it.
"No, I can love you."
Tears went down her eyes faster as she did this. She let down her glamour. She knew
ooked like. Scars from her face to her hand, one eye, scar tissue showing.
He didn't gasp or back away, he just looked at me. He looked almost sorry for. Like he just trick me!
"What?" I yelled. "This is what you wanted to see! Why are you looking sorry for me! Did you trick me? You did and you're going to run away because my sister died and-"
"No." He said at a less quieter tone then me. "I probably looked like that because I was wondering where you got those scars. Where did you get them?"
"My sister made me walk into a fire."
"Wow, I'm so sorry."
"It is not your fault." She was staying calm.
"No I'm sorry for being so rude, I understand why you didn't show me. I'm not saying your ugly, you probably would be very pretty if you didn't have the scars and you had all your eyes."
"I'm not. I wasn't pretty before the fire."
"Yes you were. There's some pictures of you when you were a little kid, of course without your parents."
"No I wasn't."
"You probably are. Try this," He put his hands on my shoulder and lead me too a mirror. "Make another brown eye over your stitches."
She did.
"Now replace those scars with more of your tan shin."
She did.
"Perfect, you look beautiful."