Breddy Drabbles

Fake

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The smiles remained plastered on their faces throughout the whole video. But the second the camera turned off, their faces fell, their masks shed. Everyone saw two happy guys who were just doing what they loved. No one knew who they really were.
Everyone thought they were happy. That could not have been farther from the truth. They weren't happy. No. They were miserable. This life they lived, it was a horrible one. They were imprisoned. They were captives. They had no way out. And even if they did, they couldn't leave. The company had criminalized them, had piled loads and loads of fake crimes on their names.
Ah, the company. You see, twoset wasn't what people thought it was. No, it wasn't two violinists with wild imaginations. It was a company. A corrupt company. And they had taken Brett and Eddy's freedom. They had taken their voices. They had taken their hearts. They had taken their lives.
One single word that wasn't in the script, and they were beat. One tiny display of distress, and they were starved. One tiny sign of needing help, and they were taken to the Corner. That place, it was horrible. No ventilation, no toilet, no food or water. People beating you every hour. And you'd think with all the beating, someone would notice a bruise, a scratch, something. But their make up artists were too good. No one could ever tell there was a single bruise.
But they survived each day as it came. They survived because they had each other. No matter what happened, they'd have each other. It was the silent embraces, the shared looks, soft touches, mingled tears. It was the connected hearts. They were each other's lifelines. If something were to separate them, they would not be able to survive this hell. Yes, hell is what it was. And yet, there was heaven in this hell. For there was a tiny bud that was growing, slowly blossoming into a lush rose, showing its true blood red vibrancy. And yet, however beautiful, there were always the thorns. How fascinating it is, something so beautiful yet so dangerous. Something that could woo someone, or destroy them.

A/N: I'm so sorry idk what the hell that ending was idk what I was thinking when I wrote it so uh yeah I'm gonna go hide now see y'all