I mean who would fall in love with me, certainly not the prettiest, or the sportiest, or the brightest girl in my year. Just plain old Sky. I sigh as I get out of bed and walk over to the mirror, scrutinising my face for any flaws. Which there are a lot of. I glare at the reflection of my acne I try so hard to hide with foundation, wishing I could scrub it off my face as easily as I could scrub a smudge off the mirror. I've never been called beautiful before (apart from my parents, which doesn't count), and I've often wondered what it would feel like, loving someone who loved you back. Who thought nothing of your biggest flaws, who simply loved you for who you were.
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Unspoken Desires
RomanceThis is a story I'm writing with @yourworshipfulnesss, we are taking it in turns to write :)
