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He pushed up the sleeve to my dress. In a swift movement, he pressed his lips onto my forearm where the biggest scar was. My eyes widen at the sight. That mark was an ugly reminder along with the ten others. He should have been disgusted by them all. "Don't you think they're gross?" He shook his head, "I don't preferably like how you recieved them." "But?" "I wouldn't judge a flower by its color, so why would I judge you by your scars? They are apart of you and every inch infront of me is beautiful." **** We are all a little different and sometimes we are judged on qualities we can not change. So what do we do? We try to become someone we're not. Project Seventeen was forced to become somebody she wasn't- literally. After years of chemical injections, she turned into a metahuman with an extraordinary power and her only goal is to keep her creator happy. She wasn't always that way. She use to have a name and a person she saw a fairytale ending with. She figures she'll never have that chance again until a man in a black mask enters her life. Through their forbidden friendship, he helps her remember who she once was and not to judge a flower by its color.
Don't Judge A Flower By Its Color
