"Oh,
Mrs. Potato Head tell me,
Is it true that PAIN is BEAUTY?
Does a NEW FACE come with a WARRANTY?
Does a PRETTY FACE make it BETTER?"
dear lacy,
yesterday night in bed, out of the blue, you mumbled to me,
"am i pretty?"
of course i turned you over and said yes. you said you didn't believe me. i kissed you. a tear slipped out of your pale eye.
"am i going to die, luke?"
i started to tear up.
"am i going to leave you?"
more and more tears ran down your face. a few left my eyes.
"am i never going to see the only one who loves me ever again?"
"lacy, there are more people than me who love you."
"who? who, luke, i want to know who else loves me."
"my mum and father love you, my brothers love you. michael, ash, and cal love you. and so does your therapist."
you didn't say anything. all you did was sob. you sobbed for two and a half hours.
and i held you the whole time.
because we both knew at that point,
that you weren't going to get better.
-luke xx
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lacy (l.r.h.)
Fanfiction"you might have your flaws, lacy, but you're still a beautiful person." or, in which a boy named luke loves a girl with insecurities bigger than herself. // lowercase intended
