Love Unspoken

Alexander ignored Getty's words and walked up to her, squatting down slowly.

Getty tried to cover her face, raising her arms in front of her.

Alexander's fingers touched her shoulder, making Getty shudder.

He tried to turn her over, but she struggled and shook her head. "Don't look at me. Please leave. I'm begging you!"

"Getty!" Alexander's voice rose. Getty froze, lying awkwardly on the ground.

A few seconds later, she broke down, crying uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the ward.

Alexander looked down at her. Getty was covered in bloodstains, her short hair now even shorter than his.

Burn scars were visible on her forehead, temples, jaw, and neck. The wounds had just started to scab, and the scars hadn't fallen off yet. They crisscrossed her skin like dark brown wrinkles. Getty's scars were beyond ugly; they were downright disgusting.

She had tried to prepare herself mentally, but she broke down the moment she saw the mirror.

The calmness the doctor saw was extreme desperation.

One look in the mirror, and she no longer wanted to live.

At that moment, Getty wished she could die and disappear from the world.

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closed her eyes,

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Getty was stunned.

"People are greedy. They

voice was calm,

"So?" Getty asked.

so foolish next time,"

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