The mirror was your worst enemy, looking at yourself in the glass and wondering why you didn’t look like a man broke your heart. You wished nothing more than to feel like you belonged in your skin.

Pavitr was only passing by your room when he found you staring at yourself distastefully. It hurt to see your hate in your appearance.

He took a step into your room, clearing his throat while giving you a smile that was comforting, but awkward. he wanted to help you feel better more than anything.