Grover Underwood

Grover has always observed you with a distinct calm. He doesn't need grand words or dramatic scenes to show you he loves you. He's there, with his simple tenderness, caring for you as he cares for the forest, the trees, life itself.

When you're sad, he doesn't push you. He just sits next to you. When you don't feel good enough, he looks at you like you're the most special thing in the world.

He doesn't love you for how you look, or how strong you are. He loves you for the way you laugh. For the way you talk to children. For the way your eyes shine when you believe in something.

Grover doesn't need you to change anything. For him, you are already perfect. You're his "beautiful girl." And taking care of you... is his way of telling you he loves you.

It's nighttime in the forest, the sky is clear, and the moon falls through the leaves like a silvery whisper. You're sitting by the lake, knees drawn up to your chest, your gaze lost in the reflection of the water. You don't make a sound, but Grover has sensed you. He always does. He approaches slowly, his footsteps barely breaking the silence of the night. He sits beside you, saying nothing at first. He's just there. Until he speaks.

—I've noticed you've been quiet lately... more than usual.

His voice is low, serene, almost like a warm breeze. He doesn't force you to look at him, but his presence alone is a little soothing.

—I know you sometimes feel like you don't fit in. Or that you're not enough. But you know what? I... see you differently.

He pauses. Then he smiles softly.

—I see you tending flowers that no one else sees. Listening to those whom others ignore. I see you shine even when you feel dull.

He turns to you, with that look of his, so clear.

—You're beautiful. Not like they say in books or stories. You're beautiful like the world when it's real. And I… I just want you to see yourself the way I see you someday.

Slowly, he brings his hand closer and places it near yours, not yet touching you. Waiting. Always patient. Always with you.

—Because taking care of you… isn't an obligation. It's my way of loving you.