Loki [Smut And Fluffs 2]

Who's afraid of little old me? (Part 3)

A/n

So I split the Y/n part into two because it was around 5000 words in total and I know that it'll be a lot for you all to read😓

Hope you like it;)🧡💚🖤

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I shared on how I grew confidence slowly and started debating and speaking on topics that I only wrote articles on while growing up. My social anxiety was slowly healing and the chain on her left wrist broke and shattered into pieces as it fell down.

I shared a memory of toddler me admiring herself infront of the mirror like a curious admirative kid she was. And I showed how back before acne days always a few people ended up staring at us in every room but even after acne days people still admired us without our knowledge and that made her blush and me give out a chuckle. I shared the memory of how we slowly started to accept that acne was alright and how we were on our journey to heal it and the chain over her pelvic girdle slightly cracked.

Then I shared the memory of how I started my own art gallery, posted my writings on internet and worked on my novels. That there was no fear of  not being accepted by people and the chain over her right angle broke and shattered.

I shown the memory of that one girl I bumped into the senior PE class and ended up learning similar things between us and became great friends. How I felt that I can be a great friend with someone without bothering on my introversion and my extreme shyness. I shown memories of friends I made outside school and who were loyal, unique and special to her. She realised that she was never the problem in friendship and that it were those narcissists who Gaslighted her into believing that. And with that the chain over her forehead slightly cracked but didn't break.

I shown her a memory of me consulting a kindergarten kid over bullying and making sure that the kid felt like he was heard and not made fun of like when we were for opening up about our bullying. I shown her the memory of how we learnt that many toddler kids also accidentally peed in their pants when nervous or suffering through very bad social anxiety and were also emotionally attached to non-living objects like us. And the chain over her right wrist broke. Because she wasn't abnormal or weird she was simply...human.

And even it's either humans or any other living beings, everyone has rough days and some suffer through things they shouldn't have at a very young age but at the end of the day it's okay as long as it's you alone standing infront of the mirror and knowing that you'll get better. Not today, not tommorow but someday...some glorious day when you wake up and stare at yourself and admire yourself rather than loathing what you see. Some day you will wake up and wouldn't wish to pop a Whitehead that formed on your face suddenly. Some day you'll realise that you deserve more than your parent's insufficiency...than bare minimum that they gave you and ask you to be grateful for their 'courtesy'.
Some day you'll learn to love yourself once again just like that toddler version of you loved to stand tiptoes up to look at themselves in the mirror. Someday you'll realise that the only person that you need to hold onto is...yourself

That brought tears in both of our eyes, I gently pecked her forehead and layed my forehead back against hers, sharing another memory. I shared the memory of when I stayed back at my seat and waved at a girl sitting next to me. Soon after a few days I accidentally bumped into her and hesitated but started a small conversation. Soon we became really great companions after months and realised that she was as introverted as I was...soon we became friends and I realised that there people in this word who are as introverted and shy as I am and there is absolutely no reason to blame myself for what my steroptypical minded parent's said. And the chain over her right knee broke.