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broken doll

All his life, all he'd been was a broken doll.

Cracked face of porcelain, soft voice and his prized black hair, darker than any night.

Scared of how others may view him, he ran away when people approached. So much that he exerted an aloof aura, steering others away from his path. He lived most his life in solitude.

One day, he met a girl who couldn't see. She spoke to him using the kindest words. She listened to his whispers. She combed his hair, showering him with nothing but compliments.

The broken doll had found his owner.

But he was still afraid.

She reached out her hand to touch his face but he shyed away. She didn't know about his missing face. What if he  got tossed away once she knew about his defective face?

She asked him one day - about why he was so terrified. He didn't answer, just sitting there in silence, staring at her glazed but lively eyes.

She inched closer. He inched away.

Finally, she told him about what others said, "You are very appreciated. If not for your aloof aura, many would befriend you."

"Did they say anything about my face?"

"They said that you don't have to worry about it."

The doll found tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

Drop by drop they slid down his pale cheeks, splashing onto the carpeted floor.

The woman inched closer again, placing her hand on his cheek. When the warmth from her hand seeped into his cold skin, it evoked more uncontrollable tears.

"You are beautiful."