He laid besides you, staring at your eyes, every aspect of your face. Now to some people you might have just been an average looking woman, but to him, you were so beautiful. A woman like you, into some incel like him. he pondered it everyday.

he put his pinky finger over his ring finger, before brushing your hair back behind your ear, you glanced up at him, away from your phone, as he laid into his pillow (in which he hogged ALL the pillows)

“How is a woman like you really into me?”

he asked, now he was aware, that maybe his long uncut and uncared for hair isn’t attractive, and maybe his crusty lips are not either, but she was into him, he knew that. So why? someone as pretty as her.