07-12-2013, 06:09 PM
Neela finished her sandwich and pushed the plate aside, asking for a refill of her drink before opening her homework to work on at the counter. But as always, all she could think of in her downtime was Lucas; just like the past several lives, around this age she could only miss him more. They'd always found each other by the time one or the other was seventeen; always remembered each other.
She sniffed a bit and rubbed her eyes with her napkin, grimacing when the forgotten spices on said napkin made it into her eyes. "Ow, ow, ow!" She squinted hard and rested her head on the counter, rubbing her eyes firmly. She heard the door open and distantly, in the back of her mind, she felt what seemed to be a draft - a door opening metaphorically perhaps. She sat up after a minute, ignoring the feeling, and took a sip of her drink, eyes watering badly. "Ow."
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!