Novel & Cerita A More Beautiful Question

As i gave that answer her finger *mistakenly* slit my flesh going up my collar bone. "Wh-what was that for Kate?" I asked her as I sprang up, Of course it didn't really hurt me that much-it was just a scratch after all. What made me spring up was how casually she did it, Still wearing that poker face of hers. "I asked you a question, And you avoided it; so I punished you..." She said sitting up and not minding a single word. "Now, I'll ask again...do you think that I'm beautiful?" I gulped, She was indeed beautiful with her curtain of long dark blue hair that fell over her face with only one eye peeking out.

She found it more beautiful. She held that honestly. The changed light of Eden, the light that was no longer curated for her benefit but was simply what light did when it was free to do it, was more beautiful than the previous version had been. Not more pleasant, not more comfortable. More real, and therefore more beautiful, because she had learned during the week of her awakening that real was always more beautiful than perfect even when real was harder. The birds fell silent. The streams stopped their prescribed melodies.

"Well, if you say it in such a way, then I do agree that one can never get bored with beauty in any way." Then she asks the question that seems to be quite clear as my own eyes are taking the scenery in with a longing and there is the obvious expression of memories that are playing over in my mind. "Are you from here?" "Yes, my beloved, but that is times that I do not wish to mention." "Maybe one day?" "Maybe one day?" With that night soon approaches, and like young fools in love, we find one of the many spots where we can marvel at the sparkling night sky. But this time, it shall be me what has a question; I need to know more than anything else.

Normally I would call it beautiful because that's what it is. I take a good look at what it is complimenting. Beautiful? How does this look beautiful to it? "I would be questioning how good your eyesight works, but then..." I trail off. 'You can say what you want but in time you'll see what I'm talking about.' I keep taking a look at what it's trying to convince me about the aesthetics. There was nothing special about it. Nothing too great that could make me wowed. I wonder what it's making it convinced that it was indeed beautiful.

He looked confused for a second and then his face slowly broke into a grin. "Why do you keep asking me all these questions?" he said. "Please do not tell me you are jealous of my friend's beauty. I mean, have you even looked at yourself in a mirror recently? Like really looked? Because you are not just beautiful. You are not even just very beautiful. You are the kind of beautiful that makes people walk into walls because they are too busy staring at you. You are gorgeous. Stunning. Breathtaking, in fact all of those words and more." Miraeve's mouth opened, then it closed and then she opened her mouth again. No sound came out either time. Her face turned a shade of pink that Marl had never se

Wouldn’t become something unstable overnight. But it also meant. It would take time. Real time. To become something complete. The space pulsed again. Then. “Question.” I looked ahead. “Go on.” A pause. Then. “What defines correct?” My breath caught. Because that. That wasn’t a structural question. That was something else. Something deeper. Something closer to judgment. I didn’t answer immediately. Because there wasn’t a simple answer. Not here. Not anymore. “Correct isn’t fixed,” I said slowly.

His beauty is caged and in pain. ****** ******

“Why is your face doing that?” Kehlani asked. I blinked. “My face is beautiful.” “Your face is beautiful and defensive.” “Be more specific,” Sofia said from Egypt. “There’s defensive beautiful, about-to-kill-a-vendor beautiful, and just-remembered-a-bad-decision beautiful.” Darren raised his hand. “I vote number three.” I started walking faster, because if I stopped, they would dig deeper than Sofia, and she had academic credentials for it.

Chapter 10. Breaking all Promises. "Baby". Cyrus called Louis who was laying down in his arms. He seemed unusual silent. "Hmmm"? He said playing with Cyrus's fingers. "Are you happy with me"? Cyrus asked and this time Louis looked at him. He was surely surprised. Cyrus never asked him. "What’s with the question "? "Tell me please. Are you happy with me? Am i fulfilling your needs and demands? Or am i lacking"? Cyrus was quite serious to say.

When she’s through, she holds both of my shoulders. “Look at yourself and tell me how you look without ever being told that you were ugly,” Lovely tells me. Staring at myself, I erase all the hateful comments said to me by Addison and her mother, and slowly, I start to stop seeing myself as they saw me. I started touching my face, seeing how beautiful I am and have always been. “I don’t look like a wet rat,” I tell Lovely. “And you never were,” she responded. “Thank you for letting me know how beautiful I was.” I turned around to hug her.