Day 8. Lipstick

“Be a good girl.”

He had learned to hate makeup before he had even learned to hate his own body.
Every time they tried to bend him to their will, he died twice.
Once as a person. Once as a boy.

Day 9. Secret

For years, he had studied everything he could find about that man.
From the most sordid details to his public identity.

Every time he uncovered something new, he wondered how it could possibly be worse than what he'd already found.

Until, during an investigation, he found that photograph.
And decided that secret would die with him.

Ieri mi son scordata questo oops

Day 10. Mirror

She often wondered why no one else could see what was so clear to her.

Was her image really so different from the reflection the mirror showed her?

Io sono qui a scrivere la sofferenza mentre lei disegna cosine carine
(Lio)

Dimenticavo

Oggi forse lo finisco a un orario decente

Mentre aspetto la shot del mio scrittore personale(?) vi droppo il tema di domani

Day 11. Swap

"How do you even wear these things?!"

"It looks terrible on you."

"I knoooow! I look so... plain!"

"Oh, so I'm plain?!"

"N-no! I would never...!"

"You know what? These are actually pretty cute... I don't think I'm going to give them back!"

"...Yeah, sure. Like I'd believe that."

"No, I hate them. Take them back. I can't breathe."

TW: SH, Bruises, blood, nudity

Day 12. Scar

Marks. Scratches. Scars. Burns.
Symbols of belonging.
He counted them on his fingers, and when he was done, he counted them all over again.
He was afraid there would be fewer.

He did everything he could to make sure they wouldn't disappear.

It was the only way to still feel something.
The only way to still be someone.

(si sono in ritardo sorry)

Day 13. Jealousy

So tell me: who's guarding the guard dog when he's off his leash?

Daje due di fila

Also

Prompt di domani

Day 14. Before

Before anything else, it was just them.

Life wasn't always easy, but even so, whenever they looked at that happy little face, all the pain was worth it.

Eccomi, non sono morta giuro

Day 15. After

But after everything that happened, there was no pain left.

Only bitter memories, and a whole life worth living ahead of them.

Oggi presto wow