It was a quiet Saturday night, and George found himself standing in front of the bathroom mirror, his gaze fixed on his reflection. His eyes traced the lines of his body, lingering on every imperfection, every scar that marred his skin. He sighed, a wave of self-consciousness washing over him as he couldn't help but feel dissatisfied with the way he looked.
Dream, his roommate, had been out at work all day, leaving George alone with his thoughts. Lost in his own insecurities, George hardly noticed the sound of the front door opening and closing, signaling Dream's return.
As Dream made his way through the apartment, he couldn't help but notice the light spilling out from under the bathroom door. Curiosity piqued, he made his way over and gently pushed the door open, revealing George standing there, lost in thought."Hey, George, everything okay?" Dream asked, concern evident in his voice as he stepped into the bathroom.
George jumped slightly at the sound of Dream's voice, tearing his gaze away from the mirror to meet Dream's concerned eyes."Yeah, I'm fine," George replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
But Dream could see through the facade, could see the turmoil churning beneath the surface. He took a step closer to George, his eyes soft with understanding.
"You don't have to pretend with me, George. I can tell something's bothering you," Dream said gently, reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair away from George's face.
George hesitated, his walls crumbling in the face of Dream's unwavering support. With a heavy sigh, he finally relented, allowing his insecurities to spill out into the open. "I just... I don't like the way I look. I feel like all I see are my flaws, my scars," George admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dream's heart ached at George's confession, his own insecurities bubbling to the surface. But instead of dwelling on his own shortcomings, he focused all his attention on George, determined to show him just how beautiful he truly was.
"George, look at me," Dream said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.
Reluctantly, George tore his gaze away from the mirror, meeting Dream's eyes with a mixture of apprehension and longing. "You are so much more than your scars, George. Each one tells a story, a testament to the strength and resilience that lies within you," Dream said, his voice steady as he spoke.
And then, without hesitation, Dream leaned in, pressing his lips against one of the scars that adorned George's skin. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes, a silent affirmation of the love and admiration Dream held for George.
As Dream continued to kiss each scar, George felt something shift within him, a warmth spreading through his chest. With each tender touch, he began to see himself through Dream's eyes, to see the beauty that had always been there, hidden beneath layers of self-doubt.
And as Dream pulled away, his lips lingering on George's skin for just a moment longer, George couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Dream's love, he knew that he was truly beautiful, scars and all.
"Thank you, Dream," George whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.
Dream smiled, his eyes shining with affection as he wrapped his arms around George, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Anytime, George. You're perfect just the way you are," Dream said, his words echoing in the quiet of the bathroom as they stood there, together, embracing the beauty of their love.
