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pte

iew : Ange

haven't eaten anythi

d face. Life can be so unbelievably cruel. I've endured so many trials in such a

d. People admired me, men desired me, women wanted to be me. I took such pride in my appearance, always

ng changed i

s ago. That fire... God, I remember it so clearly. We were having dinner together, laugh

thing turn

, ruined. When I looked in the mirror for the first time, I let out a scream so loud the nurse

ed. But the scars never fully disappeared. One side of my face still carries the marks of tha

m the world. No one sees me without my s

That died w

now. The silence is suffocating. The longing is unbearable. I miss being touch

e up everything I own just for one man to s

l turn 26. I'm getting ol

ethe

? What di

ings me back

shoulders. Her eyes shine with that same motherly love

ve. I sing that to you e

smile, eyes fil

e truth ? That I'm hideous. That I don't look like anything anymore

as tears spill

firmly and cups my

self. You've locked yourself in this darkness for years now, hiding from life, hiding from hope. Enough ! Go ou

er words feel like a punch to the

een so disconnected from the world that I barely know how things work anymore. Is Facebook

es. There I am-flawless, glowing, alive. And there they are-my

ncontro

.. a strange, unexplained impuls

from all over the world. They adored me. Sen

no

d as soon as news of my condition spre

hes my eye-a suggestion for a friend request. A man

ps a beat. W

ber the last time I found a man attractive. It's been so long. But there's so

g, I send him a

o him. Build a connection. A friendship. I won't h

iew : Migu

buzzes again. I groan and pull away from the

ian by residence. My whole family's still ba

ousehold name. Rich, sexy, and famous

ed on TV screens around the world. Women throw

o me-Jessica Lopez, also Mex

es, a face that could stop traffic, and brains t

urs is killing the vibe

in. I kiss her neck, hungry for more. Yeah, I'm a bad boy most of th

m a long tour, and I needed some serious downt

my love. I'l

and nods

ff, when a notification pops up. Frien

women. They're usually obsessed fans, tr

me. Her profile picture-hidden, mysterio

thinking, I

t off

ica

en as I go back to kissing her, my thoughts

eli

ing about her

where th