Firestone Hot Springs this will never end

She watched the male for a moment, her red eyes curiously battered up at him. His question was direct and confronting. She never saw her scars as something to be proud of. She had been the only one who had survived from her little family and might have a bit of survivors guilt as well. She turned her eyes away. "Since the memories are too painful to remember," she returned quietly, however she did turn her face towards the male, not hiding the scars since he had seen them anyhow.

Still, she felt that they were ugly and that they portrayed her in a way that wasn't her. Perhaps she was sticking too much to the old Arlette. She wasn't the old Arlette anymore. She had changed after the attack happened. She was not gullible and giggly as she was before. She had grown more confident in her abilities but less confident in her looks, while before she was never bothered with how she looked. Her attention turned back to the male. "I'm Arlette," she introduced.