Stardust ✓ COMPLETED

6.

❝Physical appearances don't matter,
it's the personality that counts...
but what if, your personality and hope is destroyed because of your
physical appearance?❞

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On his way to the library, he saw a girl crying in an abandoned alley of a street. Her freckled face, had tears running down it and choked sobs left her thin lips.

To anyone else, this slightly above average-weight girl would seem ugly, but he saw her as beautiful.

Her figure stood out in a crowd making her unique, and he thought that being unique was one of the most beautiful things a person could be.

So why was this beautiful girl crying?

"Stop staring at me! I know I'm ugly but you don't have to stare at me like I'm some kind of freak!"

A tear slid down his own cheek, as he walked towards the hysterically sobbing girl. It broke his heart
seeing such a beautiful person, calling herself ugly. It hurt him to see someone falling apart before his very eyes.

"Don't cry, you are beautiful! Your freckles look so cute and girl I'd love to have your curves! I mean I'm just like an ironing board, flat everywhere!"

Glaring, the girl shook her head.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better, loser and why would you want to make yourself uglier than you already are? Because trust me right now, you look like a piece of shit."

All he could do, was run as fast and as far as his feet could take him. Only a single tear fell down his cheek, as he silently sobbed, his heart broken.

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This chapter was so emotional to write :'( I hope that it was worth it guys♡♡♡