Today was a bad day. I could tell from the moment I woke up and glanced out the window to find the sky in a light shade of gray. I always hated weather like this. If it's going to rain it should rain hard, and if it's not it should be sunny. I hated this in-between weather.
I rolled out of bed in the most lazy manner and walked over to my closet to pick out an outfit for one of these days when I don't feel like putting much effort into my looks. The result was a baggy but somehow aesthetic long-sleeve shirt I bought a few weeks ago and a pair of black leggings. I then pulled out a pair of warm socks that were the same beige color as my shirt and my cherry red Doc Martins, which made my feet feel warm and comfortable. I walked over to the mirror to see how I looked, and realized how big I looked.
I was more curvy than thin, with wide shoulders, big boobs, wide hips, and a comparatively small waist. I was not fat, per se, but I was not thin either. The shirt that I was wearing hid my waist and I looked big all-around. I lifted my shirt and lowered the waistband of my leggings to reveal my non-flat belly. Running my finger along the bump on my lower stomach, I suddenly regretted eating so much yesterday.
I was so busy looking at my fat in the mirror that I did not realize that the door opened and someone walked in until I saw a tall figure standing behind me in the mirror. I suddenly let go of my shirt, allowing it to fall and cover my stomach and my hands went to my heart as I jumped and spun around.
"What the hell?" I yelled. "You scared me half to death!"
"Sorry. Thought I knocked," Ethan said.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"I thought you could use the ride. Your mom told me that I can find you here."
"Damn it, Mom," I muttered under my breath.
He was silent for a second, looking at me like he was trying to read me like a book.
"You know that you are beautiful, right?" He said, surprising me.
I just looked at him, not sure what to say.
"I saw you looking at yourself in the mirror and I don't think that you should think of yourself like that."
I felt myself blush. "Like what?"
He didn't say anything in return. He just walked up to me and pulled me into a tight hug. My head was pressed against his chest and he felt...welcoming and warm. It was like a soft fire and a heavy blanket on a cold winter day.
After a while, he lowered his hands to my waist and spun me around to face the mirror. His hands moved a little forwards to touch my stomach and whispered in my ear, "You are beautiful."
I saw my face turn red in the mirror and I looked away and pulled away from him, walking over to grab my bag, trying to minimize the amount of my blushing that he has seen.
"So you are giving me a ride?" I asked.
"Yep."
"Thanks," I said, a little too cheerfully.
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Destroying Him
RomanceAsteria Jacobs is the kind of girl that is not scared to wear a dress to school. She always has patches of paint on her hands and is constantly doodling something or reading some novel from the 19th century. She is the kind of girl that is unapologe...