How would you define beauty? (V.1)

Asher is used to being looked at. But, it's not in admiration. They stare at his differences, not to find beauty, but to find reasons why they should excuse themselves and their lingering eyes. Like they could find a problem to solve, or even create, to bring more attention to the man who just wants to be normal. Being different isn't his fault, and being treated like some kind of freak serves to draw him further into the comfort of seclusion.

How would you react? Does his pale appearance really matter so much that the man himself is overlooked?

Ashley Morrison (Female Counterpart)

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