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The war ended two days after he woke up. He had to be outside to sign the treaty. He had to be carried there by Cortéz then be put immediately back to bed, where he threw up and wheezed as François held him.

After the war, he was allowed to be sent to France with his aunt in hopes of brightening his spirits. François stayed with him. He felt a bit better, although still too weak to get out of bed. He didn't let anybody see his face. He didn't even look at it. He covered it with a blanket. He didn't eat enough, which made him dizzy.

"François," Annie said to him as Lloyd was in the other room. "I'm worried about him..."

"Me too. He wants to see our families before going into treatment, but I don't want him feeling this miserable."

"He spoke to me last night. He said that he feels like an eyesore. He says he feels like a burden." She wiped a tear from her eye. "I told him he wasn't and how handsome he looks, but he still feels upset. Could you try to speak to him?"

François patted her shoulder. "I will."

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A/N: (in the middle of a chapter 🤧) This is from personal experience during physical and mental trauma from a car accident. It may not come out right, but hey, it's my experience.

(Lloyd's POV)

I looked horrible. Absolutely horrible. I told Auntie Annie, and she's worried for me. François hasn't left my side, dad had a damn heart attack because of me, I'm just a burden. Would things be easier if I died?

"Lloydie, darling, you want to talk?" He knocked. I covered my face with the blanket and turned to the wall before he came in. I didn't want him seeing me so freakish.

I felt him rubbing my back softly. It hurt, but I enjoyed it. "Lloyd, can I see your face?"

"No."

"Can I ask why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sometimes, he isn't the brightest.

"I don't think you're ugly." He's lying. He had to be. "Please don't cry."

"I'm not..." I was. I'm such a crybaby.

I felt his hand on my head. "Why do you think you look bad?"

"Because I look weird! I want the way I looked before back! When I was healthier and looked beautiful!"

"But you are beautiful! Your hair is like snow, you know how much I love snow?" I couldn't help but smile. "And your eyes are so unique, I've never seen purple eyes before! It makes you look like Elizabeth Taylor!"

I laughed. I always had the fattest crush on her. She kinda looks like François a bit, they have the same facial structure. He leaned closer to me. I knew he wanted to see me, and now I wanted to show him.

"Franny, do you still want to see my face?"

He sounded really excited. "Yes!"

I moved the blanket from me. It was the first time I saw his face since the accident as well. I aged him. He had visible gray hair and bags under his eyes. I couldn't read his face. We just stared at each other. He started to cry. I started to cry too. I thought damn, am I really that grisly looking?

"You're so magnificent." He held me like I was a diamond. "I've never seen anyone so beautiful." I never felt so loved. "You're beautiful, you really are."

We kissed. I really like it when we kiss. I like how soft and plump his lips are. I like how close he holds me to him and how he strokes my face when we kiss. I can't believe I'm his first (and hopefully only) partner. He's so romantic.