She lifted her head to look at the owner of the unexpected but unmistakeable voice. As he approached her, he could see her eyes were glossy and her eyelids were wet. Something inside his chest ached, and he assumed it was his heart… Or at least its pieces. He just hated seeing her cry.
“How are you?”, he kept on after a short time of dense silence. “Does it still hurt?”
She lowered her eyes again, and her chin started trembling. As much as she tried to keep it together, it was just too much to take. She had never felt that miserable before.
“Yes… And no”, she answered in a sob, closing her eyes firmly before staring at him again. He frowned slightly, trying to understand, but failed at it. “It might not physically hurt anymore… But it doesn’t mean I’m healed. Actually, I’ve never felt more hurt.”
He looked deeply at her watering eyes, wishing he could read them and find the right words to say… Maybe not the words she wanted to hear, but the ones she needed to be told. Her pain was his pain too, even though he didn’t know exactly what was hurting. He just wanted to take it away from her so she could smile again. No matter what the situation was, he knew she’d always be there, chin up, with a determined look on her face, her tiny hands on her tiny waist, and tons of complicated words to say, faster than average people would usually do. But now… She’s not there. That’s just a sad shadow of what she was… What she is.
And he’s willing to bring her back, no matter what it costs him.
“Talk to me”, he whispers as a tear falls down her face. “Please. I want to help you, but I don’t know how.”
She gave him a sad smile, looking away for a moment while shaking her head negatively.
“It’s pointless”, she shrugs, watching her own fingers play with the fabric of her dress. “I don’t think anyone could help me. Apart from a plastic surgeon, maybe.”
He sighed after a mediocre chuckle escaped her lips. That was not funny at all.
“You’re wrong.”
His severe tone surprised her, and when she drove her eyes towards his, he continued.
“Do you honestly think you’re ugly? When you’re alone in your bedroom and you look in the mirror, what goes through your mind? Do you really believe you’re not pretty? Do you honestly dislike yourself this much to change a part of you forever?”
She blinked a few times, caught off guard by his sharp words.
“You are not the girl I know. That girl… Wow. She is just amazing. And you know one of the things I like the most about her? She would never even consider changing a thing about the way she looks… Because she feels comfortable on her own skin. She knows what people think but she doesn’t care about them; all that matters is her and how she feels about herself. She might not be the most self-confident person I know, and she might have her weaknesses, but what you are doing? Thinking of changing yourself just to feel wanted? That’s not something which that girl would do.”
He took a deep breath, getting even closer to her, who was now silently crying, and placing his index finger on her chin, he lifted it up until their eyes met.
“How many times will I have to tell you that you’re beautiful until you finally believe me?”
She smiled weakly, staring shyly at him. Her heart was beating so fast, spreading a numb feeling through her entire body, she was sure he could hear it. She didn’t really mind, though. He smiled openly back at her, relieved to see her lightened expression, and wiped away her tears carefully.
“Please, don’t let them change you”, he said warmly. “I’ve had to choose between who they wanted me to be and who I was so many times before… And I’ve never felt better than being myself. You taught me that… And I don’t mind being the one who’ll remind you. Over and over again.”
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