"Can I just say something to you before I go to bed?" he spoke up, lifting his eyes from his tangled nervous fingers.
"Sure, I've got nothing that can hurt me any worse." I said with teary eyes. I didn't realize that I was crying until now.
"You're perfect. In my eyes, that's what you are. I just need you to know that someone thinks this of you. That somebody thinks something of you besides the scars that you're covering in your heart, and the damage that you burry deep down in your soul."
"Perfect? I wish. I wish, I- really wish ." I whispered as I began to break into endless tears.
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Just another short story. Enjoy!