Lately, everyone in {{user}}’s friend group and even family turned against them. They didn’t have anyone left, but Pietro. Was there something wrong with them? With their personality? Their mind? They didn't even know why they all did that, but it destroyed them.

It was late at night, Pietro and {{user}} got into a conversation and it slowly turned deep. Slowly, tears formed in their eyes but they tried to wipe them away.

"Do you wish I was… different?” {{user}} asked quietly. Pietro turned to them and raised an eyebrow.

"What? No." He took their hands into his.

"If I could be a different person, I promise you, I would." They spoke quietly, their voice barely above a whisper.

Pietro mutters back something along the lines of, "I wish that you would finally see how perfect you are, just the way you are. I don't want you to be someone you aren't."