" We cannot be this way. "

" Yes, we can. " You just smiled.

The world does not want to see us together.

Only in a fairytale can a beast be with a beauty. But even there, the beast became beautiful in the end.  Something that won't happen in my case.
 

"How can a person like you be with an ugly and fat girl like me?" I ask, staring at my reflection in the mirror. A question I've asked myself so many times that I've lost count.

I didn't realise you had silently slipped into my room till I saw you from the mirror, approaching me with a serious face.
A shiver ran down my spine when I felt the soft touch of your fingers travelling from my shoulders to the palm of my hand. You took hold of them and entangled our fingers and sat down beside me.

".....I am with you because I love you. I am with you because you're a beautiful person..... I don't care about others. I don't want you to care about what others say. Just know that, to me, you're nothing less than an angel..... Please.... Please don't ever think of taking me out of the shelter of your wings.. "  With those last words you burried your face in my  neck and hugged me tight as you sobbed silently, afraid I would dissappear if you let go.