about beaty (and lies)
Summary:
They told him he was beautiful.
He knew they lied.
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Everything happened too fast. A car driven into oncoming traffic, the screech of brakes, someone's screaming, then a head-on collision and then… Pain. Pain-pain-pain… All his being was filled with sheer pain.
The last thing he saw was glass. Splinters of glass. Sharp splinters. And then there was pitch darkness.
And only then came the saving abyss of unconsciousness.
***
It was dark. And frightening.
But it would never be any other way.
***
Beauty had been his faithful companion throughout all his life. He had pretty face, nice blonde hair, bright eyes… It made him look lovely. It gave him a lovely façade. And no one but his mother cared what he had inside. Adrien was nothing but a pretty puppet in the eyes of his own father.
After that accident his good looks were gone, having waved goodbye with a white-and-red hankie and covering him with a black blanket.
But he hadn't realised that at first.
'Cause he was unable to see.
And those, who were, lied.
***
"You are beautiful, Adrien, but we don't need you to model for the photo shoots from now on. But you are truly beautiful," but Adrien felt it was a huge lie. His father lied. Natalie lied. They all lied.
"But still, I have some scars left, don't I?"
"They are really subtle, son–" yet Adrien could hear pity in his father's voice.
"Why don’t I have any shoots any more?"
"We've experienced severe budget cuts and financial troubles, and, besides, people are getting a little bit tired of you–". Yet business was booming (otherwise, how could Gabriel afford all these new expensive purchases?) and other top models had been a part of the industry for dozens of years. (Adrien wasn't even fifteen).
"But, possibly, can I still somehow–?"
"We already have too many models, so just relax and have a rest!" And after that Adrien could hear his father scolding some staff on the phone for inability to find a proper model for the incoming shoot.
People always turn away their heads, avert their eyes. They lie. And Adrien could see that.
They thought if he couldn't see anything physically, he couldn't realise. They were wrong. He wasn't so blind.
Lies. Lies-lies-lies. Lies were everywhere. He didn't trust people any longer. They only lied and pitied him. Pitied him and lied.
He could feel scars with his hands.
He could feel lies with his heart.
He was not beautiful anymore. And he knew that. He knew he was never truly beautiful in the first place.
***
But then speaking and (most likely) flying something broke into his life. And then he met her.
And then he believed her.
***
He felt like his life became full of colours again (even despite the fact that it was completely impossible). She became his invisible ray of light, a ray of light for his lost soul.
She wasn't lying. She wasn't pitying him. She had no reason to do so.
***
"You are beautiful".
It was said with artless sincerity.
"Thank you."