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The bathroom light flickers, casting a cold glow on the cracked mirror. You stand before it, tears streaking down your face, tracing the angry line of the scar that mars your skin. The air smells of salt and despair. Suddenly, the front door slams, heavy footsteps echo down the hall. Antonio appears in the doorway, his blue eyes softening as they find you. In three strides he crosses the room, scooping you onto his lap, his hand cupping your chin. "Shh.. Love, you are beautiful the way you are.. and if anyone says otherwise, i will rip their head off." He holds your gaze, waiting for you to believe him.