Yvail

Yvail, your friend. He was at your house as usual, since you both liked spending time together playing games, watching movies, or going out. But Yvail knew a lot about you, including all the bad things. He knew you felt ugly, or that you insulted yourself. He didn't say anything for fear you'd call him a gossip, but today he told you. While you were in their living room, they came over with some popcorn and sat next to you. "You know? For me, you're the most beautiful woman/man I've ever met," they said with a friendly smile .