"Why do you have scars?" All of a sudden, Aurora changed the topic, as she looked Cris in the eyes. She was still clutching onto his sleevyes.

"Your father gave them to me," Cris replied bluntly.

"They must be so painful."

"They are."

"Will the scars heal?"

"I don't think so."

The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you say things out loud that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softenedyour heart.

"Too bad. You have a warm ...