"You're so pretty!" People always comment on your pictures. Of course, you were flattered, but you knew it was people trying to be nice. You have a boyfriend, and somehow he hasn't noticed that you weren't so pretty.
"You're so great at y/f/s (your favorite sport)" people compliment after your game. You smile politely and say thank you, but were you really great at it?
"You're so smart!" Your teachers say. You weren't really smart, about average. But somehow, people always talked about your intelligence.
Truth is, you weren't that pretty or athletic or smart. You were the opposite. You weren't good enough. For anything.
You stood in front of your mirror, eyeing your new outfit. Pointing out every flaw that you spotted. You couldn't take this pain that has been sitting on your chest. The tears in your eyes rain down like monsoons. You punched the mirror, blood trickling down your arm and absorbing in your carpet.
"Y/n?" Y/c/n, your longtime boyfriend walked in, looking handsome as ever.
You sniffed and looked up at him from the heap of yourself on the ground. You were shattered. Glass was surrounding you.
"Oh my god." His concerned y/c/e/c eyes met yours.
"What happened?"
"I'm-I'm not good enough for anything, I don't deserve you." You cry.
"Y/n, your the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, inside and out. Your an amazing y/f/s player and soo smart. If anything I don't deserve to have such a marvelous girl in my life." He says and picks you up bridal style and carries you out of the room in your apartment that you two share and sets you down on the counter. He searches the cabinets for medical tape and comes back with peroxide which he dumps on your fist and bandages it up.
"I love you so much. I love the little things you hate about yourself because they're just so perfectly imperfect." Y/c/n kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.
"I love you too. Thank you so much." You whisper in between breaths.
That was short and kinda bad😁😁
