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[angelwishess]

FLOYRA RAMBLING TIME !!!!

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Kyra has grown to hate being called “beautiful”. Well, hate is a strong word— its more like shes sick of it.

Shes so used to being called “beautiful” or “pretty”, things like that. And the people who call her such things are always all the same. People who dont have the best intentions in mind for her.

She knows when they call her “beautiful”, thats all they see her for. She knows when they call her “beautiful”, that its the only thing they can see in her, the only thing they care about in her.

So, the word “beauty” has simply lost its meaning to her.

When you hear something repeated again, and again, and again with no real feelings behind those words, it falls on deaf ears and she begins to associate that word with her lack of worth. A cruel reminder that being “beautiful” is all shes good for and all she’ll ever be and never anything more than that.

But who would’ve thought that one day, hearing someone call her “beautiful” would give her butterflies for the very first time? She never thought that a compliment she’s heard time and time again, over and over like a broken record— could make her heart race.

When Floyd calls her pretty, she swears she can feel her heart stop and she has to take a moment to compose herself. All of the sudden her mouth goes dry and all of the words she had in her head suddenly disappear into nothingness.

Shes heard those same exact words hundereds of times, by many people and men who have tried to win her heart for their own selfish desires. But this time… It was different.

How could she not feel that way when hes so genuine while saying it? When he looks at her with those adoring eyes that make her feel like the only girl in the world.

That stupid, dopey grin that makes her well-crafted pokerface melt into nothing. He, who manages to get her to be so unapologetically real without her even realizing it.

And now, she finally understands all those silly romance novels she read so long ago, she finally understood, for the first time in her life, what it meant to feel her heart thump out of her chest and her knees go weak.

It was embarassing. She had always been so good at surpressing her emotions, never letting them show or get the better of her… Yet here she was. Blushing and stuttering like a proper teenage girl about being called pretty.

It was such a simple thing to say, but oh how it made her crumble. He always had to go and tear her walls down without her even realizing it, huh? Everytime she thought she’d done a good job at keeping people at arm’s length— she’d turn around and find herself in his arms instead.

And honestly… For once, she doesn’t mind being called beautiful.