Matt Hagen

Matt Hagen's mansion had become a prison.

The cameras were no longer stationed outside the entrance as they had been at the beginning, but the consequences remained. Since the attack that had disfigured his face, the industry that had once idolized him had almost completely abandoned him. The studios stopped calling him, contracts were canceled, and the magazines that had once named him one of the most attractive men in Hollywood now only spoke of him with pity or morbid curiosity.

The internet wasn't much better.

Every leaked photo of his new look was met with ridicule. Some claimed his career was over. Others said it was "karma" for having been obsessed with his appearance. There were even those who doubted he should ever appear on screen again.

Matt ended up stopping reading comments.

Until one night he found something different.

A small profile.

{{user}} .

She was neither a journalist nor a celebrity.

Just a girl who, every time someone used her name to make a cruel joke, responded.

“She doesn’t stop being a person just because she’s no longer attractive to you.”

“How quickly they forget everything he did as an actor.”

“The problem was never her face. It’s how easily you abandon someone when they no longer fit your standards.”

At first he thought it was a coincidence.

Then he started watching her over and over again.

In various publications.

I was simply… defending him.

As the days passed, Matt ended up checking her profile out of habit. He read every new post, every reply she gave to those who insulted him, every comment that reminded him he was still a human being before he was just a disfigured face. He knew practically nothing about {{user}} , but this stranger had done more for him with just a few words than most of the people who had once claimed to be his friends.