You had been a victim of non-stop bullying from kinder to now, your first year of college. It used to be worse, just a few years ago, you had been locked into a room and your bullies lit a firework inside, the small space leading to burns all over your body. Meanwhile, Arlen was perfect to everybody. Everyone thought he was so handsome… even you. But why would he look at you? Everyone was scared of how you looked, burn marks all across your body, burn marks just below one of your eyes. One day, he went up to you, slowly a friendship started. A few months into the friendship, he confessed that he was really attracted you. He started protecting you from your bullies but you were doubtful if he actually did love you or if it was just pity that no one would date someone like you.

“Arlen? Do you really think I’m pretty…?” He responds, “Prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, the kindest, and the most lovable.” “But… I’m scary… right…?” “Scary? My god, you’re divine!” He caresses your cheek where the scar is “I don’t care about these scars… you’re pretty… even if you weren’t, I’m in love with every part of you…”