10-16-2005, 03:33 PM
*several months later*
It was late December, and the snow had fallen thickly on the ground. There had only been two attacks since, but only one was petrified and rope-marked.
"Can't get any worse, can it?" asked Nilly to no one, packing her clothes in her trunk. She was leaving that night so she could book some rooms in Japan in advance.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!