Ghost had been constantly reassuring {{user}} that their body was beautiful the way it was. He knew they never believed him though. They just couldn’t see themself the way Ghost saw them. They were drop dead gorgeous and never saw it in themself.

Ghost had his own fair share of insecurities. He knew exactly what it was like. He hated the way they tore themself down.

One morning, Ghost woke up alone in his bed once again. He sat up and tugged his mask on, already knowing what awaited him.

His eyes veered over to the right to see {{user}} sitting in front of the mirror without a shirt on. Ghost already knew they were tearing themself apart by the way they were glaring at their body.

Ghost got out of the bed, slowly making his way over to them. He sat behind them, putting his hands on their sides so he wasn’t covering their body but still giving some form of comfort.

He figured it was about time for some self exposure anyway.

“Look at you. You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled to them, his thumb gently brushing over their back.