I felt warm tears tripping from my eyes. I pulled my knees towards me and started to cry still my phone in my hand.
They were right. I didn't deserve him. I had gotten a lot of hate ever since Omar and I started dating, but it was simply too much.
I heard our apartments front door open.
"Hey baby I'm home!" My boyfriend yelled closing the door.
He had been in the studio on every day of the week. They worked so hard. I tried to dry my tears.
"Princess what's wrong?" Omar asked with a noticable worried tone.
"N-othing, really" atleast I tried. The tears came back streaming down as Omar wrapped his arms tightly around me.
"Y/N, please, tell me" he whispered.
I tried to catch my breath before saying anything.
"They said that I don't deserve you, that I'm ugly, and they're right" I continued sobbing against his chest.
"Baby you know that's not true" he muttered against my hair.
"I'm starting to believe it is" I backed to look at him. He looked hurt.
"Y/N I love you! I wouldn't ever want to spend my life with anyone else than you. And you do know that! Don't believe what anyone else says, you're mine. One day I will marry you and they have nothing to say to it" he said looking straight into my eyes. I tried to smile while he pulled me into a kiss.
"And I think you're the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Youre my gorgeus
princess"
