She could hear his breath quicken the moment her fingers landed on his skin.
Hesitation hovered in her mind for a second, but in the next, her hands were tracing along the lines of his scar. Her breath was hitched, for she didn't dare to breathe, afraid that he might turn any second and stop her hands from touching him.
But he didn't.
He stood there, his lips slightly parted, and she could see him close his eyes momentarily from the reflection on the window pane. Even though it was her touching him, her own body had goosebumps raising all over her skin.
"How could someone hurt you like this, Morpheous?" Her voice was almost choking.
"It was my father!" He replied with a voice thickened with a strange emotion that she couldn't understand.
"Did he brandish you with something?" She asked as the scars looked like a mirror copy of each other.
