― "oh gosh, he's so beautiful, where did you find him?"
― her friends started asking, stunned by how his
beauty was only able to be
described by a plethora of mystical
sweet words.
― they picked him up and dressed him up.
he couldn't do anything. his mission was to please people.
he was a portable vase, because people said
only his beauty defined who he was.
― at first, she was okay with it. but then, her inner
self was shown out.
she didn't accept the way he was not only hers anymore.
so she snatched him harshly, ruining the beautifully
combed and carressed hair on his head,
and left her friends. because apparently, they
were claiming something that didn't belong
to them as theirs.