𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

Part 5 ~ Beautiful

Michael's Point Of View ~

I slam the bathroom door behind me. Breathing heavy. I hope I didn't scare her with my abrupt exit of the bedroom but I woke up and I saw her staring at my skin. I had to get away as soon as I possibly could. I couldn't let her see. I take out my make up and start putting some on. I don't care how much. As long as these splotches 'disappear' for a little while. I don't even look at myself in the mirror. I just can't. I turned the bathroom light on but I can't get myself to look at my own reflection. I mean look at me. It is almost everywhere on me. My face, my stomach, my arms and legs . . I'm so ashamed. 

Who would love me looking like this?

Who knows what Allie is thinking about me right now. She is properly on the phone to everyone she knows laughing about me. I don't even wanna leave this bathroom. I wipe a tear away that has rolled down my cheek. Can I just stay in here forever? But I have to leave, I know I do. But I can't seem to get myself to do so. I take a deep breath. I finish up with my make up and check to make sure that it's blended in. I hear a soft knock on the door . . it's Allie. 

"Michael? Are you okay? . . " She asks me. 

I wipe my eyes and put on a grey t-shirt. I am terrified. What does she think? 

"I'm okay . . " I hesitate at first about opening the door but do it anyways. I look at Allie. She is looking at me. She is smiling at me. 

Allie's Point Of View ~

I looking straight at Michael. His gorgeous face, those brown eyes that I can't seem to look away from. I realise something about Michael. Just the thought makes my heart stop. Was Michael crying? He walks past me and sits down on the bed, turning off the muted television. I walk over and sit on the other side of the bed . . it's silent for a while.

 I don't know what to do. 

I want to apologise to him. I hope he didn't find me creepy when he saw I was staring at him. He must think I'm the biggest creep right now. Of course he does. Why wouldn't he? He will properly send me away now. Why would he even want me around? 

"Michael. I'm sorry for staring at you. I hope I didn't make you feel uncomfortable . . " 

"That's okay . . " He says, quietly. 

I look down at my fingers in embarrassment. "I know you don't like to talk about it. . "

He looks at me in a questioning way. 

"Forgive me Allie. But what do you mean exactly? I don't like to talk about what? . . " He asks. 

 I give him a sympathetic look before I answer him.

". . you're vitiligo, Michael. Your skin disorder. I know that you're ashamed about it. But you don't need to be. I think it's beautiful . . " I tell him. 

He's looking at me right in the eyes. 

"You believe that I have vitiligo? You believe me, Allie? . . " He asks me, completely in shock. 

I can't help but giggle. "Of course I do, Michael . . " 

I look down, shaking my head as I continue to talk. 

" . . the media. I know all they say is lies when they talk about you and as someone that . . " 

I stop. Thinking for a second. Should I say this to him? Michael already does know that I love him . . but how much I love him and what exactly I feel for him. He doesn't know. I look back up at him. I am looking him straight in his eyes. 

"Loves you the way that I do is really heartbreaking. To wonder what you're going through and how you must feel to hear these things. You're very brave, Michael. When people knock you down, you get back up . . "