A/N: So this is something that I came up with a while ago, and thought it would make a good one-shot. A big thank you to Lucy Weasley for letting me use her as a diary of sorts. It can be any ship, really, but I've just been obsessed with Scorpius/Lucy lately.

He tries to tell her each and every day how beautiful she really is to him. To Scorpius Malfoy, Lucy Weasley is a supernova, the stars and constellations wrapped around her pretty little finger – and she didn't even know it. Every day, he'd tell her that she's beautiful, and every day, she'd smile that sad sort of smile that doesn't reach her soul-searching eyes and mentions something about him being too cliché, or how he really needs to stop telling her that.

And he did stop, but only after she left to travel the world to find herself and immerse in the many cultures of the world (he wanted to tell her how cliché that was). Instead of saying goodbye, she left him a letter – if you can call it a letter. It was more of a poem, really; she'd always been poetic like that.

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Of all the things that I claim to be and that others claim I am, of one thing I am certain: I am not beautiful.

I am cheerful, I am optimistic.

But I am not beautiful.

I am childish, and I am mirthful.

But I am not beautiful.

I am hard-working, I am loyal.

But I am not beautiful.

I am kind, I am caring.

But I am not beautiful.

I am charitable, and I pretend to be confident.

But I am not beautiful.

I am curious, and I pretend to be intellectual.

But I am not beautiful.

I pretend to be hopeful, I pretend to be realistic.

But I am not beautiful.

I pretend to be a lot of things, and for that reason,

I pretend to be beautiful

So that maybe I'll start believing I am beautiful.

Because maybe,

Just maybe,

Confidence comes from others,

And leads right back to me.

But the truth is, I don't need to be beautiful, I don't need to pretend to be beautiful. I just need to be me. Me, lover of the ocean, of the earth, and all things nature. Me, stubborn and carefree and paranoid. Me, just me. Who I am - who we all are - should not be defined by what others think. Our self-worth should not be tied to others' idea of beauty, of confidence, or of intelligence. Our self-worth comes from ourselves, and if we are unable to find that courage rooted deep inside of us - some rooted deeper than others - to be ourselves, it doesn't mean we are any less of a human than anyone else.

The truth is, I don't need to be beautiful, I don't need to pretend to be beautiful. I don't need others telling me that I am beautiful, or that I should feel beautiful because damnit, just accept that you are beautiful just the way you are. Because I am not beautiful. Being beautiful doesn't make me, or anyone else, any more or any less of a person.

So instead, tell me I'm unique. Tell me I'm one in a million. Or don't. Tell me I'm funny, tell me I'm the one you want to be around when you feel sad. Tell me you'll be there for me in good times and bad. But don't tell me I'm beautiful, because I am not. And I won't ever be, until I can learn to accept it. Until then, I'm just Me.

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The day afterward, he erased the world "beautiful" from his vocabulary and went out to buy a thesaurus.

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