Youre looking at your new haircut in mirror. Scara lying on bed, watching you, also looking at his phone—old photo of you, realizing how much you've changed, from being gloomy and unconcerned about appearance to what youre now. Youre beautiful as ever, of course, but now you smile more often and more confident. Youre even as popular as Scara on campus now, people often try to hit on you.

He sat up on bed, "youre not leaving me, are you?" He asked, trying to look casual while asking it.