A/N: This chapter is from Pavi's POV. Hope you enjoy~

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For ten years, Pavi Largo had hidden behind the mask. Never satisfied with the face of the man who had been taken advantage of so many years ago, he was always changing his appearance in an attempt to escape his past. Every time he looked in the mirror and saw a new skin reflected back at him, he could feel a bit more content. It always wore off quickly, though. Eventually, the haunted eyes began to shine through the fading newness of the faces, and it came time for a change.

He was vain, yes; he had always been vain. It had only worsened after the incident, as he preferred to call it. It was just that much harder to see beauty in scars and in eyes beset by memories.

Having sex with so many women over the years had done nothing to clear the dirty feeling from his body. Though effeminate, he had no desire to sleep with men. He teased his brother, surely, but didn't all siblings? Before the incident, he had a slight curiosity toward the same sex, but it had disappeared. If he had had his way, he would have never had sex with another man, but he never refused their propositions, terrified that they might just take him anyway. Sleep-and-tell stories were always easy to alter the next day anyhow.

How many times had he sat on his bed, staring into a face that wasn't his own, wishing that he had the memories and experiences of the person from whence the skin had came? How many times had he invited girls back home to his bed, hoping each one could be the one to free him of his recollections?

Though it was impossible to ignore his own mental torture, it was easy to hide behind someone else's face in public. People only saw the flamboyant and charismatic Pavi Largo, the man to whom every woman touched themselves at night, the man who was brother to the owner of GeneCo. In their city, he was practically royalty, and who could imagine that such status could also bear such anguish?

He sat now, touching his false face as she lay asleep on his bed. No other girl had ever asked him about his past. It had hurt, yes, but a weight was off his chest. He was grateful to her. He liked her. He didn't know in what way, though. Sleeping with her was fun, like it was with all the other ladies. She also listened when he talked instead of just rubbing against him. No one, not even Amber and Luigi, had ever shown him this much interest.

He wondered about love, and what it was. Amber said she loved Zydrate, but Pavi didn't feel addicted to the girl. Luigi said he loved killing people, but Pavi felt no anger toward this girl. He didn't want her hurt, by anyone. All he knew was that he felt different about this one. He actually enjoyed being around her. She wasn't just a temporary distraction.

It was still confusing to him. He still thought the Genterns were attractive—very attractive—but it wasn't quite the same.

Maybe he loved her. Maybe she even loved him.

This was what he had always wanted—to forget, forever. And maybe she was the one to help him with that.

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-to be continued-