Perfect (1985)

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Y/N's POV

"Michael?" I call and locking the front door. I just got back from work. I don't see Michael anywhere. He'd usually be getting dinner ready or at the studio but he would tell me. "Michael?" I called again, entering our bedroom.

 "Michael?" I call, knowing he's here... crying? I walk closer to the bathroom door. "Michael? What's wrong?" I ask him.

"Go away! Please, I'm a monster!" I hear him shout. I open the door, seeing him on the floor, shirtless, hugging his knees to his chest crying. I sit next to him, hugging him in attempt to calm him down. "Okay. Michael what's wrong?" I question again making eye contact, seeing the pain in his eyes.

"Don't you see?" he asks showing me his arms and the other side of his face. I gasp, but in surprise. "Is that why you said you're a monster?" I laugh. "Michael, don't you see yourself? You're beautiful in every way possible! Vitiligo isn't going to stop that. I love you and that won't get in the way of it and it won't get in the way of yourself either." 

He looked down. I lifted his head up by his chin. "Don't worry, you're perfect to me" I kiss his lips softly so he can understand. "Thank you Y/N" He hugged me, smiling. For the first time this evening. I smile back, hugging him tightly.

Sorry it took so long but i hope you enjoy this short story! Xoxo- Shaylynn

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