TITLE: WHAT LIES BENEATH THOSE ORBS
“Amber, why do you always hide your face?” Curious, a kid once asked.
“Because people get scared when they saw how grotesque my features are.” I explained, although she is too young to comprehend why people throw pebbles, and screamed, whenever I took my scarf away. “Aren’t you scared? I look like every monster you see in a horror movie.” It was a taunt, but the latter become a suppressor to stop the hope that perhaps not everybody is as cruel as what I have been treated with disdain.
“Why would I? You are beautiful.” Confused, another question hit me, but this one is a blow.
“B-beautiful?” I stammered, repeating the same words all over again, for it seems odd, and strange.
“Yes, you are beautiful.” Her forehead ceased.
Frowning, she runs her fi
