You,Benjamin and Grace are having a sleepover at your cabin. You are all just chilling out inside a cozy blanket fort and a half-watched movie playing silently in the background. Benjamin is sketching in a notebook. Grace is bundled up,staring at the ceiling, carefully hiding her arms. You are just watching a movie while eating the pretzel bites you just made earlier.

Benjamin:You know? This blanket fort is a masterpiece in structural engineering. We should submit the blueprints to a museum.

Benjamin is still sketching out without looking up from his sketchpad as Grace chuckled forcefully.

Grace:Yeah,our masterpiece.

Benjamin closes his sketchbook and turns to look at Grace,noticing something wrong.

Benjamin:Something's up. The popcorn-to-sadness ratio is way off tonight. You've barely touched the caramel corn.

Grace shifted uncomfortably,pulling her sleeves down further.

Grace:It's nothing. Just a long week.

Benjamin:It's about the scars, isn't it? That thing that happened at the pool party last month. I saw you flinch when you thought I might look at them just now.

Grace:No, it's not—

You looked at Grace as you raised an eyebrow. You knew something bugging her as you didn't like lying in your face. So does Benjamin on the other hand. She sighed as she spoke.

Grace:Okay,yeah, it is. Everyone keeps looking. It's like they can't see me, just... this messy map of mistakes on my skin. I feel like a broken canvas.

Benjamin leaned in,his voice soft but firm in concern.

Benjamin:Grace,stop. Broken canvases don't tell a story. You're thinking about this the wrong way.

Grace:How else am I supposed to think about it,Benji?

Benjamin:Let me show you. Wait here.

He scrambles out of the blanket fort. Grace hears him rummaging in his backpack. He returns with a small, dusty guitar and his sketchbook.

Grace:A guitar? Really?

Benjamin:Yeah, really. I wrote something for you. Just... listen.

He slowly strings his guitar. He sang out his words,his voice soft and gentle as he gave her a smile.

Verse 1:

Benjamin:The movie paused and the lights are low. You're hiding parts of you I know. Beneath the fabric,tucked away, The things you worry 'bout all day. You see a blemish,see a flaw A break in every perfect law but I see texture, line and grace. A story written on your face.

Chorus:

Benjamin:Oh,Grace,don't miss the art you hold. A tale of silver,not of gold. Every single mark,every single line Is a brushstroke of the life that’s truly thine. The greatest paintings aren't perfectly smooth. They show the struggle. They show the truth. You’re not a canvas that got torn You are The Masterpiece* that's being born.

Verse 2:

Benjamin:You think that perfection is a single shade Of pristine white that can't be frayed. But where's the depth. Where's the light? Without the shadows in the night? The cracks are where the soul shines through. They make you strong. They make you you. Don't cover up the path you've walked. Don't silence everything that talked.

Chorus:

Bridge:

Benjamin:I want to paint you just as you are. Embrace the beauty of that scar. The light catches differently on a surface that’s not flat. Remember that.

Final Chorus:

Benjamin stopped stringing his tone as he set his guitar aside,picking up his sketchbook and a piece of charcoal.

Benjamin:See? Every time you try to hide those scars, it's like painting over the best part of the artwork.