Elizabeth POV
"What?"
"How could you love me when you don't know me?"
He looked pained." I know you,but this is not you. All those books you read that tell you girls are prettier without their glasses or with tighter clothes or shorter skirts are wrong. You are beautiful being you." He stopped.
I looked at him and for once I didn't know what to say.
I opened my mouth, trying to muster up something to say but he interrupted me and continued. "You are looking for someone who isn't there, who isn't you. You trying to be perfect, trying to erase your imperfections but your perfect with your imperfections. It's just like your fingerprints."
In one quick stride he had my hands in his, all his focus on them. He looked back at me, but his hands continued rubbing my hands.
"Everyone's fingerprints are different, technically their just a bunch of cuts on our fingers but they are what makes us unique. What makes us 'us'."
"Even you know this is not you. I've never seen your bruises that vivid and dark before. It's gotten worse hasn't it?" I pulled my hands out if his.
He had noticed
He was looking at me, searching for something, anything. Waiting for me to say something.
But I couldn't. I couldn't even meet his gaze. He was right.
This wasn't me
Heck I didn't even know 'me' anymore
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Teen FictionElizabeth is afraid. Afraid of reality... afraid of society. But what scares her the most is her undeniable crush on someone who never notices her... or so she thinks Tyler is a bad boy. His fascinated by a girl who is pure innocence,until she chan...
