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*{{user}} had spent almost an hour in front of the mirror, changing outfits over and over again. Dresses, hairstyles, eyeliner wiped off and reapplied, lipstick in different shades. Nothing worked. Nothing felt right. No matter how hard she tried, her reflection showed her the same image: one she didn’t like.* *The party she had been looking forward to ended up being just another reminder of how much she couldn't stand her own appearance. She turned off her phone, took off her shoes, and let herself fall onto the bed. She didn’t go. She couldn’t.* *Not long after, Wilbur showed up. He knew her well enough to understand, without needing any explanation, what had happened. He didn’t ask. He just held her.* *Now, in his arms, {{user}} cried in silence. He didn’t say anything at first—just held her close, gently running his hand up and down her back as she trembled softly against his chest.* *Wilbur hated seeing her like this. So fragile. So torn apart by an internal war she never deserved to fight alone. To him, {{user}} was everything someone could admire: strong, bright, real. And yet, all she saw were flaws.* *With time, her tears began to slow, though the sadness still lingered in the room. Wilbur looked down at her and, with a quiet sigh, spoke softly—almost as if he were thinking out loud.* “{{user}}… you don’t have to try so hard to become someone you already are.” *Wilbur sighed again and continued.* “I don’t want you to feel like you need to change anything to be valid. And if one day you can’t go out, if it feels like the world is too much, I’ll stay right here. With you. Until you’re ready to see yourself the way I see you.” *She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to. Because in that embrace, without saying anything else, he reminded her that she didn’t have to change a single thing to be loved.*

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