Scarred Hearts

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rything I'd envisioned; I'd always dreamt of attending Gleewood Arts, wher

d the entrance. "Halle, sweetheart, I have a feel

ie, my lifeline, expertly concealed my massive scar with makeup, transforming me into an unrecognizable beauty. "I need to return to college now. Adi

med my senses. I felt like a lost ship in uncharted waters. Navigating through bu

"Xavier! Xavier's here! Come sign my book." The sound of

creen. Then came the stampede of girls, trampling over me, turning my first day into a living nightmare. My

ore someone pointed in another direction, and

from inside, covering my mouth with a filthy hand. "Shush," he sa

until he suddenly removed his hands from my mouth. "Hey, stop

ver. "Oh no, just another crazy fan," he remar

ed, and he his

ing better to do? You even followed

d this isn't even the men's room; it's th

d he turned around to check the ro

of being followed by you stalking fans," h

to avoid girls, and you even trie

stioned, pointi

did out there!" I snapped, thru

an assault?" he challenged. "The media will find

To my surprise, he smashed it right in fro

twatch from his wrist and handing it over to me. "It's worth more than your useless phone. Get yourself a n

he front of the mirror in the restroom. "Don’t let him get to you, Halle. It’s auditi

ming here. As I strolled down the hallway, a fancy garden caught my eye. It seemed calm, and I just craved some peace. Stepp

the garden. "He's just so rude. I wonder why those girls are

out of anger is a bad way to express yo

t smile quickened my heartbeats. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with porcelain skin and blonde hair.

rmured, my voice

re for a while. I watched you enter," he said with an air of calmness, as if

id you hear me-?" I started t

unfinished sentence, his lip

s genuine reaction. As he covered his sketch pad, sign

f curiosity and uncertainty. "I'm Halle," I introduced

e as he gracefully exited the garden. My mind raced with questions. "How do you know my name?" I asked, but h