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“Come here.” he said gently.
I hesitated first, letting out a nervous chuckle. Slowly I stood up and made my way to him. He pulled me closer and turned me around so that I was now facing the mirror.
“Look at yourself.” he commanded while holding me from behind.
“I.. I don’t want to.” I whimpered.
“Please, do it for me.”
“I can’t, I’m.. sorry.. Abbacchio..”
“Look in the mirror!” he demanded.
And so I looked. I saw my face. All those little flaws. Blemishes. Scars. Dark circles under my eyes. My nose. My lips. All that jazz.
“What do you see?” he asked.
No matter how hard I tried, fighting back the tears became unbearable. I didn’t want to face myself anymore, so I looked at Abbacchio’s reflection. I couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or somewhat curious, yet troubled.
“I see someone important to me.” I mumbled.
“Try again.” Abbacchio sighed. “What makes you hate yourself so much?”
“I don’t know. I just-” and then I started crying. I don’t know how many minutes I actually spent sobbing like a child, but it felt like ages. “I’m sorry, this is really embarrassing. I shouldn’t be crying like this.” I finally managed to say.
“Crying is okay. Just let it all out” he said as he turned me away from the mirror, now facing his beautiful blue eyes. “There’s no need to hate yourself. You’re perfect just the way you are.”
He cupped my face and pressed his dark lips against mine very gently. The kiss was salty and wet, but what can you expect in a situation like this?
As he pulled away, I opened my eyes just to see him grinning widely.
“You look like a panda.” he pointed out.
I totally forgot that my eye makeup was not cry proof. ”Well it’s your own fault for making me cry.” I sniffed and leaned in for another kiss.
“You’re the most beautiful panda in the whole world.” he whispered.