Pretty As A Flower

"I had always thought that you were one weird kid, Kafka...But I never thought it would be to the extent that you would even like someone like me." Nina started talking about her thoughts from the side while I rested on the sofa with my eyes shut.

"No...I shouldn't be saying stuff like 'someone like me' or anything demeaning towards myself, should I?...Since, you know, now that I know that I'm not actually as bad as I thought I was and am actually someone who's considered pretty by another." Nina immediately corrected herself when she caught herself speaking like her old self, which she wanted to change for good now that she had realised her true worth through me.