Fair's Vault

"What do you mean people won't find me cute?!" She whined, cheeks puffed in frustration and a pout playing on her coral-shaded lips. She was expecting a more positive answer given the effort she put in dressing up, but no; he had to ruin every expectation with that stupid reply. An exasperated sigh signaled the acceptance of her defeat. She turned her head away with crossed arms puffed on her chest. Really, did he have to ruin the mood?

'You're not cute at all' wasn't anything but a direct attack, and taking it as a joke was difficult. Normally, she didn't care if people thought otherwise of she was trying to prove but he was different. He was way too different, and way too special to just shrug off or laugh at. But then again, it wasn't as if something like this wouldn't happen. Even after a lengthy preparation with all the shopping and makeup tutorials, she did consider that he may not like the whole look at all. Upon remembering all those what-ifs before leaving her room, the stern look on her face fell the way her heart sank. Her scarlet optics gleamed with tears threatening to fall. She really was stupid for thinking that he'd seen her as cute.

Lost in her thoughts and knee-deep high in the pool of her self-pity, she failed to notice that the space between them was slowly melting away. It was only when his face popped right in front her did she wake up from the shock and hurt. "What?" Her voice broke. She bit her lips. She was one word away from crying, yet there he was smiling calmly- brightly. She tried to look away as she attempted to numb her feelings from any teasings, but instead a warm hand cupped her cheek.