In a world that reveled in beauty, there existed an ugly boy. His face bore the scars of rejection, etched deep like jagged crevices. His eyes, once hopeful, now reflected the ache of countless unreturned smiles. He was a misfit - a puzzle piece that didn't fit the grand design.
Despite his ugliness, he carried kindness like a fragile lantern. He helped others, their gratitude like fleeting fireflies in the dark. But the world, fickle and heartless, turned away. When handsome boys flirted, girls blushed and giggled. But when he dared to express his feelings, they recoiled, whispering "creepy" like a curse.
Then, she appeared - a beautiful girl with eyes like galaxies. She didn't judge him by his appearance; instead, she saw the universe within. They became friends, sharing secrets under moonlit skies. He fell in love, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, she felt the same.
But her answer shattered him. She liked him, yes - but only as a friend. His ugliness was an insurmountable chasm. "No one could love you," she said, her words like acid rain on fragile petals. "How could you even think otherwise?" Her honesty was a blade, slicing through his fragile dreams.
Desperate, he asked why. Why couldn't she be with him? She remained silent until the truth spilled forth: "You're too hideous." Her words echoed, haunting him like a relentless ghost. "Don't expect love," she advised. "Look in a mirror. Reality awaits."
And so, he returned home, the walls closing in. He climbed onto a chair, tied a noose - the final act of a broken heart. The ceiling fan creaked as he stepped off, surrendering to the darkness. His breaths grew faint, and the world blurred. In that moment, he wondered if anyone would remember him.
When news spread of his death, people mourned. Some blamed themselves, thinking they had driven him to suicide. Yet, as weeks passed, memories of him faded. Life moved on. Whether you're beautiful or rich, people will try to make your bad deeds seem good. But if you're ugly, no one cares about your well-being. Once you're gone, you're forgotten. Such is life.
Despite his ugliness, he carried kindness like a fragile lantern. He helped others, their gratitude like fleeting fireflies in the dark. But the world, fickle and heartless, turned away. When handsome boys flirted, girls blushed and giggled. But when he dared to express his feelings, they recoiled, whispering "creepy" like a curse.
Then, she appeared - a beautiful girl with eyes like galaxies. She didn't judge him by his appearance; instead, she saw the universe within. They became friends, sharing secrets under moonlit skies. He fell in love, believing that perhaps, just perhaps, she felt the same.
But her answer shattered him. She liked him, yes - but only as a friend. His ugliness was an insurmountable chasm. "No one could love you," she said, her words like acid rain on fragile petals. "How could you even think otherwise?" Her honesty was a blade, slicing through his fragile dreams.
Desperate, he asked why. Why couldn't she be with him? She remained silent until the truth spilled forth: "You're too hideous." Her words echoed, haunting him like a relentless ghost. "Don't expect love," she advised. "Look in a mirror. Reality awaits."
And so, he returned home, the walls closing in. He climbed onto a chair, tied a noose - the final act of a broken heart. The ceiling fan creaked as he stepped off, surrendering to the darkness. His breaths grew faint, and the world blurred. In that moment, he wondered if anyone would remember him.
When news spread of his death, people mourned. Some blamed themselves, thinking they had driven him to suicide. Yet, as weeks passed, memories of him faded. Life moved on. Whether you're beautiful or rich, people will try to make your bad deeds seem good. But if you're ugly, no one cares about your well-being. Once you're gone, you're forgotten. Such is life.
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