Look at me, not too close, though, just from the outside. What do you see?
A smile? Friends? Happiness? Joy? Everything that I could ever want? A perfect life, if you wanted to go that far.
Now, look a bit closer.
See those bags under my eyes? Hear the pain in my voice? The fatigue in my movements? Cautious glances, fearful expressions, the flinches at the slightest touch? Do you see that?
Well, ignore it.
Because,
Fuckboys Are Fine.
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WARNING: This story contains some mature themes and triggering topics, please read at your own risk.
"As I passed the silent group, a particularly attractive looking guy caught my eye in said group. He had beautiful platinum blonde hair in a more-on-top style, and icy blue eyes. He was taller than me by about three inches and was muscular in build. Said guy's eyes met mine for a millisecond and I bit my lip. I quickly realized I'd attracted a lot of the group's attention and dropped my head down to hurry away.
I could feel his piercing stare on my back as I left; along with his friends' gazes. Theirs' weren't as strange. Theirs' were more friendly than curious."