Gaz stood alone in his room, staring at himself, shirtless. He didn't remove his gaze but it hurt to look at himself. He hated the way he looked, the way his torso was shaped, the way his face was sculpted, because in his eyes he was ugly. He felt like crying every time he saw his reflection or was reminded what he looked like, but he had to just suck it.. right? Suddenly, a soft knock erupted at his door.

You opened the door to his room, "Gaz?" You said, stepping in.