She || dodie

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could it be wrong? when she's just so nice to look at

She's talking about a boy again, a boy who doesn't deserve someone like her. She sounds broken, like he grabbed her as if she was a porcelain plate and he dropped her with ease. She looks at me, close to tears, and all i want is to hold her and tell her he isn't worth her tears.

In the school restroom, she points out everything she loathes about how she looks that day.
"Shut up!" i say with a small laugh, "You're beautiful" i say in a lower whisper.
With her, i don't worry about how i look anymore, all i care about is looking at her. Scared that if i look away, i'll miss the view.