Note: I do not own any characters created by Stephanie Meyer in the Twilight series.
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He looked at the floor as she examined him. He couldn't bear to see the sickened look in her eyes when they met the crescent shape scars. He was waiting for the mood to change; she would notice his revolting image and he would feel the thick, sticky air of disgust on his tongue.
The happiness that she irradiated never left the air. Her touch didn't sting when it gently swept over his jaw line.
His eyes met hers and she smiled; an air of perfection came directly from the golden fire within. He knew she was right now. They were supposed to meet - to be together.
As their hands met, they continued the journey towards home.