You spoke to me and I found that strange because you were so beautiful and everyone knows that I am ugly - my insides are charred in places, and the lesser damaged organs are still a faint, concrete grey. And then there's you; you're so red and pink, so healthy compared to me. It wasn't until much later, that I discovered you too, have damaged organs. They are burnt black, and you hide them very well, but you let me see them - I felt so privileged, and realised that although you are charred in places, you are still beautiful...Perhaps this means I am capable of being beautiful too?