She was just a person, lost in a world that she never seemed to fit into. She was always too big, or too rough, or too emotional. Like a piece of a puzzle that doesn't exist.
She longed to change this. She pushed herself and excelled at everything; she pursued Arts and activities that she had no interest in; she hid herself from everyone - except him.
To her, he was perfect. He just seemed to make her fit. He was the only one who got to see the true her. Her scars, her tears, her voice.
She loved it when he laughed, it seemed to explode into A vivid burst of extravagant colour that painted the dreams in her head.
She loved him more than anything. Which begs the question: how do two people hate their selves yet love each other?
