One of the prettiest girls on island.. that’s how everyone calls me.. kook girl who has no problem with a confident.. girl with a pretty fit body, always well-groomed woman.. but nothing isn’t how it looks at the outside.. why am I pretty.? Bcs of the makeup I wear? Is that my unhealthy body pretty just because I’m skinny? Pretty isn’t pretty… During day I keep smiling and doing like everything is fine.. I have to look pretty right? At the restaurant always ordering the salad.. While birthday parties I always says no to the cake… Working out when I have the time to still look that pretty.. they like me like that right? But no one see the side of me when I’m crying myself to sleep… taking off my makeup with a tears.. taking off my clothes with disgust to my own body… This is real me.. not the mask I’m wearing my whole life.. One night when I was on some Kook party I was locked in the bathroom..quite drunk and completely at the bottom.. crying myself eyes out knocking at the door “Wait! Give me a minute…” I replied, trying to hold back my sobs. “Hey.. are you ok there..?” They said.. I’m not sure who is it bcs the music is too loud “Yeah.. I’m.. I’m fine…” “y/n ? Is that you..?” “Yeah… “ “ let me in…” I thought it is someone else so I open the door.. but.. it was Rafe… “Damn.. what happened to you…?” He said as he saw me all wet from my tears with red eyes..