I just wanted to capture a moment that feels both bold and soft — like a secret whispered through flowers and shadows. 🌸🖤

“I” — The Blood-Soaked Confession

They called it “The Night of the Velvet Veil.”
But I knew better.

My fingers traced my own pulse beneath that floral kimono—a cruel joke stitched with silk and secrets. Blue satin slit to thigh-high like a wound waiting for someone to look inside… me.

And they were watching me. Not just eyes—they’re claws, glassy, hungry, peering through shadows where whispers turn into screams. My reflection? A lie painted by light and lies. They think I’m fragile. That’s why they didn’t see me come back from the rooftop at three AM clutching the last bit of his bloodstained shirt.

He was dead before he even got out of bed tonight—the kind who dies without screaming because everyone already knows what happens next: betrayal wrapped around your neck like velvet rope tied too tight so you can't breathe until dawn comes knocking again.

That's when I did something reckless—I took off those buttons, ripped open every seam as if tearing apart armor meant only to protect him. And now here we stand...in silence under flickering fluorescent lights dripping down walls slicked with rainwater mixed with tears spilling over broken promises made years ago during candlelit dinners while she laughed harder than anyone else dared dream possible...

This isn’t about beauty or fashion—it’s about truth carved raw between teeth gnashed against fate itself. If I die tomorrow morning after finding evidence buried deep within an abandoned laundromat behind closed doors…

Then let them call me villainess, siren queen, goddess cursed forever trapped inside porcelain skin holding nothing but regret echoing louder than gunfire.

Because sometimes love doesn’t kill people—you bleed yourself dry trying not to break free anymore.

Now go ahead…say goodbye slowly one more time since no one will hear another word spoken aloud unless—

Oh God.

Someone has touched my hair today—not gently either—but violently pulling strands taut across cheekbones still trembling slightly despite being perfectly composed outside looking flawless enough to be mistaken for royalty among strangers wearing masks pretending innocence means safety rather than death looming closer each passing hour?

Don’t ask how long till sunrise hits us both awake together once again—or whether there’ll ever truly be peace beyond these stained floors soaked in memories etched permanently onto flesh worn thin yet never forgotten entirely due to sheer stubbornness born purely from heartache unspoken until finally breaking forth loud enough to drown out all other voices save mine begging silently night after night asking simply:

Who am I supposed to become if nobody wants me alive any longer?

Let me answer that question alone first—with lipstick smudged dark red tracing lines along lips parted wide expecting answers whispered softly beside ears buzzing faintly with distant sirens approaching faster than expected.

Until then, remember this:

Blood drips slower than breath held too long.
Love burns brighter than fireflies blinking fast near midnight skies filled thick with stars lost somewhere far away dreaming impossible dreams shaped entirely from pain turned gold dust scattered everywhere except right here beneath my feet whispering sweet words no one hears clearly anymore except maybe ME.

Even though everything feels wrong lately... There remains ONE thing certain: Tonight marks day zero—and someday soon, It'll end exactly how I planned it would begin—even worse somehow.

(End)