[F4A] Do they like you?

You put your makeup on, adorning that rubescent dress that cost you a week of skipping dinner. Eyeliner taking longer than usual as you tried your best not to waste a drop, blush being used sparingly with a feathery touch.

Do they like you?

Hair bleached blonde, changing your mind once more from the black you had chosen last month. Maroon the month before that. Another few days of light meals preluding the change.

Do they like you?

The strands of hair fell all around you, clumping together on the ground as the furious metallic snipping continued, never once pausing as the long hair you’d taken almost a year to grow out, the mane you pampered and looked after like a child disappeared in a single night.

Do they like you?

A tattoo, something you’d sworn to never do. “It’s just ink, and it’s my body.” You had said, but I could see the turmoil buried deep within your eyes.

Do they like you?

A simple earring, then two, then three. It wasn’t much of a change, but again you gave the same excuse. “It’s my body.” You told me, even as I never said a word and looked on with concern.

Do they like you?

Black tears running down your cheeks, the makeup smudged and your dress torn at the hem. Heels broken and lying at the entrance of the room as I walked up behind you.

Do you like you?

Prompt Status: Closed

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