System Failure

On the sofa, William applied the ointment on the scar, using the pad of his fingers to gently rub in circles, slowly dissolving the ointment. The ointment was cool, and the warm contact of his fingertips with her delicate skin creates a slight heat, effectively melting the ointment between their skins. The faint scent of the ointment complemented the pleasant fragrance of her body wash, wafting straight into his nostrils. William meticulously applied the ointment for her, making sure not to miss a single spot. He occasionally lifted his gaze to look at her. She, however, spent the entire time engrossed in her phone, hugging a pillow. Once he finished applying ointment to the scar on her upper shoulder, the next one was slightly lower - a ten-centimeter-long scar left by a sharp blade. As William looked at the scar, he hesitated. Ever since he was applying ointment to her upper shoulder, he had been paying attention to this scar, wondering how to handle it. It was not that this scar was