Reagan pulled away from the kiss, smiling down at me. I returned it with a shy one of mine, he then leaned forward and gave me a quick chaste kiss on the lips. "You really thought I was going to leave you just because of a few scars?"
"Honestly," I breathed out, "I do not know what I think anymore."
"Oh my sweet." Reagan said with a small smile, "You do not see what I see do you?" He asked me and I shook my head at him.
I honestly do not know because the only thing I see when I look at the mirror is the horrors that had happened to me there. How helpless I had been and the way I had felt afterwards.
"I see a woman who survived." Regan finally said, "And yes, I do see a woman who they tried to break and maybe they did. I know they think they did but you are not destroyed. I see a woman who fought hard to survive to see the light in the dark hole they tried to bury her in. I see a warrior Dahlia but most importantly I see you." He said.
