The tension between them grew bigger and bigger. Roy found her beauty as extraordinary, rare like a hidden gem under the deepest, creepiest cave in the world.
For all her life, Halora was poisoned by the idea that she was ugly, that she has no right to transform herself into a better version, stronger, empowered, and dauntless.
"H– how about this? D– do I look like a girl n– now?" She stuttered, bit her lips as she felt afraid that he might disapprove of the makeover she did. "Hey, answer me! You're making me nervous!"
He put his hand to his chest, listened to the sound of his heart, "You don't know how much beautiful you are, Halora! I– I know you were just afraid to show to the whole world who truly you are because you are afraid to be judged by the people around you!"