Storm asked Louis to be their boyfriend.
Louis said yes.
Louis finally felt pretty.
He felt happy.
He didn't look in the mirror and see dead, green eyes or his invisible imperfections.
He saw bright emerald green eyes that sparkled in joy.
He saw someone pretty.
Someone to be proud of.
He was on his way to his own happy ending.
Even though his mind sometimes wandered back to those dark thoughts.
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Pretty Boy ✓
PoetryPretty boys are pretty. Louis isn't pretty. ••• If you are reading this story on any other platform than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk from a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @-cyni...
