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."
"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."
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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.
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.
❤4