Wallpaper

Bastian had incurred the thick but fading scar that ran from the side of his neck right under his earlobe to the edge of his mouth the day he lost his wife, and eventually his daughter. That scar from the injury that was inflicted on him did not hurt as much as when he realized he no longer had anyone he could call family. His parents had died along with those of his wife, leaving him and his daughter in the same predicament. Both of them relied on those around them for comfort but they never relied on each other. He was never as close to Histoire as the people around them made them out to be. Their relationship was never solid to begin with.