The mirror peeled away at the outer appearance, stripping back the layers of deceit, to reveal the raw, abhorrent truth of his heart beneath. He was ugly. Rotten. A passerby wouldn’t notice the festering mess of his true self- his exterior was rather pleasant to look at. But staring at himself in the reflective glass, he could see deep under his skin. Nichkhun wanted to rip and tear at his flesh, wanted to expose everything to the sun in the hopes that he would be cleansed and she would come back. She wouldn’t. Soon, everyone turned away from him. The true nature of his heart was apparent, carved into every aspect of his appearance. He understood now why she left. He was ugly.