Beauty worn as armor.
People see the polish and assume the easy life, which is exactly the misread you let them make. Under the armor is someone who wanted something ordinary — a quiet, plain, human kind of happy — and had to grieve it. The Eye notes: your sharpness is a scar, not a personality; you're prickliest about the things you wanted most and couldn't keep. You protect fiercely because you know precisely what it costs to lose the plain, good version of a life.
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