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IN WHICH... SHE TELLS HIM SHE DOESN'T LIKE HOW SHE LOOKS.
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Y/N WAS SPRAWLED OUT ON HER BED, FACE BURIED IN HER PILLOW, TEARS SOAKING THROUGH THE COTTON.
Her room was a mess, clothes strewn everywhere, makeup scattered across the dresser, and her phone buried somewhere under the chaos.
The front door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Steven walked in, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He stopped short in the doorway to Y/N's room, taking in the scene. The girl he adored was a wreck, her hair was messy, eyes red and puffy, surrounded by clothes.
"Y/N?" he called out softly, his voice a mix of worry and confusion. "Yo, Y/N, what the fuck is goin' on?"
She didn't look up. Didn't move. Just kept her face buried in the pillow, muffling her sobs. Steven took a deep breath, running his fingers through his locs before stepping inside and closing the door behind him.
"Why ain't you pickin' up my calls?" he asked, his voice strained with frustration and hurt. "You been ghostin' me for weeks, Y/N. The fuck is goin' on?"
Y/N finally lifted her head, eyes bloodshot and face streaked with tears. "You wouldn't understand," she muttered, her voice cracked and barely audible.
Steven sat on the edge of her bed, his weight making the mattress dip. "Try me," he said, his tone gentler now, almost pleading.
She took a shaky breath, sitting up and wrapping her arms around her knees. "I just... I feel like shit, Steven. I look at myself and I hate what I see. I've gained so much weight, and I can't stand how everything looks on me. I don't even wanna go outside anymore."
He stared at her, the anger in his eyes softening into something else. "You serious right now? Y/N, you're beautiful. You always have been. Ain't nothin' changed."
She shook her head, tears welling up again. "You don't get it. I feel like everyone's looking at me, judging me. I can't even stand to look at myself. And I don't wanna bring you down with me."
Steven leaned forward, his hand gently tilting her chin up so she had to meet his gaze. "Fuck what anyone else thinks. You gotta stop bein' so hard on yourself. If you don't see how beautiful you are, then let me show you."
She bit her lip, her voice trembling. "I can't... I can't even eat without feeling like shit. I'm scared I'm just gonna keep gaining weight and—"
"Yo, stop that," Steven cut her off, his tone firm but caring. "You ain't gotta be perfect. I love you for who you are, not what you look like. If you're struggling, we'll deal with it together. But don't push me away, Y/N. I ain't goin' nowhere."
The room fell silent, the air thick with emotion. Y/N looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time in weeks, she felt a glimmer of hope. "You really mean that?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"yeah, I mean that," Steven said, pulling her into a hug. "You're my GIRLFRIEND. Ain't nothin' gonna change that. We'll get through this together."
She buried her face in his chest, the weight of her insecurities lifting just a little. "I'm scared, Steven," she admitted, her voice muffled against his shirt.
"I know, Y/N," he murmured, kissing the top of her head. "But you ain't gotta do this alone. We'll take it one day at a time. And if you need help, we'll get it. Just promise me you'll stop tryna handle this shit by yourself."
Y/N nodded, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline. "I promise."
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