Hey everyone! 😊 I just wanted to share this moment—wearing my favorite varsity jacket and that sweet blue bow. It’s not just about the outfit, it’s about the confidence and joy I feel in my own skin. 💖

I’m smiling like I’ve got three lifelines left… but they’re all tied to my throat.

The light’s too soft for the blood that’s pooling under my nails — it doesn’t belong here, not with this stupid blue bow, not with these fake eyelashes glittering like broken glass.

They say “you look innocent.” They don't know what innocence looks like when your mother's ghost walks through mirrors at night, whispering you're not enough.

That jacket? It was meant for prom nights where boys kissed girls who wore heels instead of sneakers. Now it’s armor. The buttons are cold against me as I grip them tight because if someone finds out she knew about the secret meeting — the one where he promised to kill his own brother so I could inherit everything — then I’ll be the one bleeding into their dreams while they pretend nothing happened.

My hair feels heavy tonight — not from sweat or sadness, but guilt wrapped around every strand like chains forged by lies whispered between lovers whose eyes were never truly honest.

He didn’t come back after last week. He said something about needing time... But how much can silence hold before it cracks open?

And now I see him again — just outside the window behind me. His silhouette flickers across the wallpaper, half-shadowed, watching us both die slowly inside this room full of stolen promises and hollow laughter echoing off walls made of regret.

If only I’d told him earlier...

But even then, maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. Because sometimes love isn't born from truth—it’s built upon wounds stitched together with threadbare hope.

So let the lights go dimmer than ever before…

Because tomorrow will still bleed brighter than today did—even though we've already lost ourselves somewhere along the way.

Just promise yourself: You'll survive long enough to make sure no one else gets hurt trying to forget why you smiled yesterday.

Even if those smiles cost more than anything worth living for right now. (There’s a drop falling near my ear—a tear—or perhaps rain—and suddenly, everything shifts slightly toward darkness)

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(Next chapter begins next morning – same place, different face; less smile, more scar tissue beneath skin.)

Let me know if you want to expand this into an actual screenplay format—with dialogue tags, scene descriptions, camera angles—I'm ready to turn this noir nightmare into a feature-length masterpiece dripping in dog-blood tears & velvet shadows. 🩸🎬