Disclaimer note: I don't own anything. Excuse me I need to cry….
A/N: I have my prom tomorrow and I've been looking for a way to cover the scar on my leg and then I suddenly had this pop into my mind.
We all have scars. Some are emotional some are physical. Scars are constant reminders of the pain and suffering, or the turmoil that has struck upon our lives. Some are symbols of pride, battle scars that show everyone that even though the road is rough but you can still make it through.
You touched my scar once, questioning why I didn't hide it. I told you I liked my scar. I know you didn't understand. I guess many people don't see the reason why I keep them. Sure, I could dye my hair. But then I'd look in the mirror and see that shy brunette who was just a scared kid. I don't want to be a kid.
Because being a kid means taking a step back from you. And I want to get close to you. I look in the mirror and see those two platinum stripes, I don't think about how you almost lost me. But how you saved me. I look at my scar and feel proud that you are in my life. I don't see a kid but a woman. I am a woman who hopes that one day you'll love her.
I know you. You're in my head. You have scars too. Seated deep inside. You been through so much and while you heal on the outside, your mutation doesn't help the pain on the inside. And right now you've been hurt really bad. You had to kill the woman who you loved. It's been a year but there's still that haunted look in your eyes.
So, I wait. I wait until the day you need me to save you. Because I will save you. And on that day I'll tell you that I love you. I've always loved you and that I wear my scar with pride because it's more of a symbol. It means I love you and I'll wait for you. Forever.