Misha Jur

“I just wish that...” Yu covered his face and took a deep breath. Quickly composing himself before he pulled his hands back. “How are you suppose to like a part of yourself that just...makes you worse than everyone else.”

Misha hesitated for a moment to think about Yu’s question. “Cause it exists. It’s a part of you that’s real, and the only you that you should care about, is the real you.” She mumbled.

Then Misha slowly stood up and held out her hand for him to grab. “You have to choose to love yourself, even if it doesn’t make sense. It’s not natural. It’s intentional.” She whispered.