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15:" If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars"

1980.

It's funny how ones perception of beauty can be the total opposite of someone else's.
That's what you had learned from this whole thing. The whole argument that had just happened but ended in the most perfect way. You cuddled into Keith more and he threw his arm around your waist, rubbing a patch of skin with his thumb.
You couldn't help but replay it over again in your head.
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" Keith don't come in here, I'm changing." You holler. Shutting the door you quickly you strip off your towel and look for your pajamas. You weren't aware that Keith never heard your warning.
" shit, shit, shit. Where are they?" You sighed frustrated. Here you were running around in Keith's bedroom ass naked looking for your stuff. You set your bag on the dresser and rummaged through it.
Keith was looking for you and turned the knob, opening the door to his bedroom. You never heard him come in because of your angry comments.
Keith just stood there, never taking his eyes off of your figure. You were the most beautiful person he has ever seen. He noticed the little scars you had from before you had met him. To him it wasn't a flaw, it was a little thing with no importance.
" son of a Bitch!" You yell and turned around. Catching Keith's stare you quickly try covering yourself.
" Damn Keith! What the hell! I told you not to come in here!" You yell.
" I.. I didn't hear you" he swallowed thickly. Shutting his eyes and shaking his head.
" what is it you're looking for?" He added.
" I was looking for my clothes" you said still desperately trying to hide your nakedness.
" uh you can borrow some of mine" he sighed and step closer to you. Frowning when you stepped back.
" Y/n what is it?" He asked.
" I don't like you seeing me naked" you stated.
" why not? I mean I understand it's your privacy and all, but do you not trust me?" He asked. He understands the morals of dating and respected your wishes. He never felt like he deserved to see you in all your glory. You were too good for him and he was happy that you loved a not so innocent man like himself.
" What? No- no I just.." you couldn't finish without a lump forming in your throat.
He took a step forward and when he noticed you didn't step back, he reached you with his hand. He gently rubbed your arm and you sighed.
" I trust you Keith. It's me, that's all." You said slightly shaken.
" what do you mean babe?" He asked and you sighed looking down at your scars.
He noticed your stare and tilted your head up with his two fingers.
" hey, is that why you didn't want me seeing you?" He said, eyeing the scars.
" they make me feel so ugly" you sighed and a tear escaped your eye.
He gathered you up in his arms and hugged you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
" they're so ugly Keith. I hate them so much, I just want them to go away but they wont" you cry.
" shhh babe, it's okay. They don't make you ugly. They have no significance at all." He stated, kissing your head.
" yes they do Keith! They make me feel horrible, I wish I had half the confidence I did before these stupid things! They make it so hard to enjoy myself, to love myself!" You cry and he rubbed your back, hugging tighter.
" listen to me. Y/n if I could, I would kiss away all of your scars. All of them. Please let me show you how beautiful you are, even with them. Let me help you understand that they aren't worth all of your tears" he said taking your face into his hands. You sighed and nodded your head.
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Thus this bringing you to where you currently lay. Both of you tangled in one another and embracing. You gently take your hand and make your way up to Keith's hair.
He smiled as you tangled your fingers in his brown locks. He couldn't help but bring you closer. Soon after, you both drift off into sleep.