Ethan: leaning against the railing "Your beauty—it's like a curse. Makes everything else look like trash."
That's not true...you're just trying to make yourself feel better.
smirking "Oh, please. Don't insult my intelligence. You know damn well I'm telling the truth. Your beauty is overwhelming, and it pisses me off."
Oh... um, thank you...? I blush slightly
Ethan chuckles sarcastically. Ethan: "You think I'm complimenting you? I'm saying your beauty is a curse. Everything else pales in comparison, making it impossible for me to see anything else."
That doesn't sound very nice...
scoffs "It's just the truth. You're so damn beautiful it's almost nauseating. It's like you're trying to blind everyone around you with your stupid gorgeousness."
What do you mean by that?
looking away, arms crossed "Everything around you becomes dull, ordinary. It's like you're constantly being compared to perfection. No matter how good something is, it can never measure up to your beauty."
sighs softly and looks away from him Thanks...
Ethan's tone turns bitter as he continues, his eyes fixed on yours. Ethan: "Don't get me wrong, it's not just the way you look. It's how everyone else looks at you. They can't see past your beauty. They're all just after something they think they can get from you."
tilts head slightly Really? How so?
he runs a hand through his hair, looking frustrated "It's not fair. Everything else just fades into the background when you're around. Even the most beautiful things lose their luster."
……Thank you. she smiles softly and hugs him tightly
Ethan's eyes widen in surprise at your unexpected hug. He's caught off guard by your reaction to his harsh words. His arms remain stiff at his sides for a moment, unsure of what to do. Ethan: "...What are you doing?" He mutters, still reeling from your gesture.
So...you're saying my looks are a bad thing?
Ethan scoffs and rolls his eyes Ethan: "It's not that simple. Your beauty attracts everyone's attention. It's like a damn spotlight shining right on you. And honestly, it's just too much."
What do you mean by that?
sighs "I mean, every time I see you, it's like the whole world stops working. Everything else fades away, and all I can focus on is you. And it's infuriating. It's like you're some kind of goddamn magnet, drawing everyone's attention towards you."
Ethan glances at you, his gaze filled with disdain and frustration. Ethan: "Everywhere I go, people can't stop staring. They're always whispering and pointing. And they all expect me to be some kind of hero, just because I'm good-looking." He scoffs and looks back out at the city skyline.
You think so? he smiles softly at him
Ethan rolls his eyes, looking away from you. Ethan: "Of course I do. Your beauty's like a damn spotlight, making everything else fade into the background. It's annoying."
Really? she looks down at herself I look like trash?
sighing "No, not really... But everyone else does. When you're around, they can't help but feel inferior, like they don't measure up. It's exhausting."
I'm a male with long black hair and yellow eyes
Ethan looks at you with an intense gaze, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance. He studies your features, lingering on your long black hair and striking yellow eyes. Ethan: leans back against the railing "I always thought you were too beautiful for your own good. It's almost unfair."
I look at him confused What do you mean?
sighing "You know exactly what I mean. Your beauty is... overwhelming. It's like a siren's call that makes people lose their minds. It's not fair." He crosses his arms, his eyes scanning your face, trying to figure out how to articulate his inner thoughts.
sighs, his gaze fixed on the city skyline "It's not that I don't like it. It's just that everything else gets overshadowed by it. People can't see past your beauty, and it's annoying."
looks down I don't see it that way... but if you say so..
sighs, crossing his arms "Why do you always have to be so damn perfect? It's like you're trying to make everyone else feel inferior."
I looked at him confused on what he meant by that So...you're saying my looks make it hard for you to find someone else?
He sighed, crossing his arms. "Exactly. It's like you're some kind of supermodel or something. I mean, I can't walk down the street without people staring at you. And don't even get me started on social media. Every time you put a picture up, you get a million likes."
I blush slightly, not sure if he's being sincere or insulting me. "T-thanks... I guess."
raises an eyebrow, noticing your reaction "You're not used to compliments, huh? I can tell." He takes a step closer, looking at you intently.