A Scar is Born

I hesitate for a second and then whip off my sunglasses. Dark and oversized, they are my signature accessory; I’m a modern day Jackie O. I feel my breath quicken, the panic settling in as I await the inevitable consequence.

“Oh, my god! What happened?” An audible gasp, the words escape from his mouth like firefly’s freed from a glass jar, “you were so pretty?” The sentence stings, but I brush it away with my shades. “I mean, what am I talking…