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Mirrors are Misleading

Tw: self doubt, mentions of SH scars ig

George's POV
There I was, degrading myself in the mirror again, for what seemed like the 10th time this week.

I felt so incredibly ugly, the light pink circular scars scattered throughout my arms and legs, my extremely thin frame that people always made fun of me for, and I just looked hideous.

Before I knew it there were hot tears running down my face.

I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn't realize Clay was calling my name until he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

"George, do you want to talk about it, if you don't that's fine, I respect that, but if you do, you have my full attention" he said worriedly

I just started sobbing into his shirt and held onto him as if the world depended on it.

I took in a shaky breath

"I'm so ugly...I've just started realizing now but...it's true" I chocked out in between sobs

"Hey, listen, I'm gonna need you to calm down, try to match my breathing ok?" He asked

I nodded and he started taking deep breaths

Inhale 1,2,3,4

Hold 1,2,3,4,5,6

Exhale 1,2,3,4

After a couple minutes my breathing became regular again but the tears didn't stop, he kept holding me, rubbing circles on my back and whispering comforting things in my ear.

He pulled away from the hug to look me in the eyes

"Ok, listen to me very closely, you might not think that you're pretty, you might believe that you're ugly, but sometimes we feel like that, it's human. But I want you to know that you're breathtaking, ok? Beauty is more than what meets the surface, it's also who you are, and one thing I can tell you is that you're a beautiful person. It's ok if you disagree, you can't always be right" he said, his eyes starting to water

He lightly grabbed one of my hands, kissing a scar that was on the back of my hand, in between my thumb and index finger.

"You're perfect" he said smiling

I pulled him back into a hug, my tears slowing down, and feeling a little bit better, he can always make me feel better.

"Thank you"

"For what?" He asked

I sighed

"Everything"

He hugged me back and kissed me on the head.

"Do you wanna go do something to keep your mind off of things, how about going for a walk?" He questioned

"That would be nice" I replied, my voice muffled from being stuffed in his chest.

We separated from the hug and I got some at least presentable clothes on, putting on one of Clays hoodies and a pair of jeans.

We said we were going on a walk but in reality he ended up giving me a piggy back ride for most of the time. We just said whatever was on our minds and enjoyed any moments of silence we had.

A/N
Words: 490
Time: I wasn't even keeping track
Extras: this is just a filler chapter, I just wanted to write something, I know it's short and bad