Catherine stood naked in front of the mirror. She hadn't looked at herself for 6 months. As her hand went over her scar she let a tear slip out of her eye.
'I used to be beautiful but I changed into something out of a Mary Shelley novel,' Catherine said to herself.
Catherine couldn't bare to look at herself, so she shut her eyes tightly, her fingers still tracing her scar. Then she felt two arms slip round her waist and pull her backwards.
Barely above a whisper she heard a voice say, "You still take my breath away."
Catherine didn't know whether to smile or cry. The strong arms turned Catherine around so they were face to face.
"My love grows for you every day, it will never stop growing, I promise you Catherine," Catherine opens her mouth to object but a finger was put to her lips silencing her, "Your energy will come back, your hair will grow back. You've never been more beautiful to me now then ever."
"This won't grow back," Catherine answer back while reaching for a hand and putting it on the tender skin.
"I never wanted you for your body. My hunger was for your love. Your body is still perfect," Sara's hand started to rub the scar, "Anyway I always said your arse was your best feature not your breasts."
Catherine let out a laugh, Sara always knew what to say. Catherine relaxed into Sara's arms.
"I could never have done this without you."
"Princess, you are strong, you would of but I would never of let you. Come on you need your rest. Chemo's a bitch hey." Sara said as she guided Catherine to the bed and then they laid down together.
"Sara you are my strength...my soldier...my angel," Catherine expressed as she squeezed Sara's hand whose fingers interlocked with hers.
Sara kissed Catherine's forehead as the both relaxed completely, "We did this together Princess."
