Blaire gives himself a last look at the dressing mirror.
His eyes are baggy and reddish. His everyday crimson cheeks are now pale. Trails of dysphoria were running across his face as he tried to cover up the dark circles below his small eyes with some concealer.
He tried to smile, but miserably fails. He brought his thumb over his lips, trying to form a little curve but he just can't. The unforgettable memory of yesterday gushed upon his mind.
He closed his eyes. "No. Don't you cry again,” he tells himself. “Just stop, please. Don't be such a...” he remembers the girl who called him a “…loser.” Nonetheless, he’s not even trying to look determined, because in the first place, he knew he is already one.
He shakes his head, brushing off those thoughts as he kept his tears at bay.
Glancin
