B r u i s e s [spamano a.u.]

Chapter 2

Some days, Romano refuses to go outside. He stays inside of his room, a strong lock on his mouth. He sits in the dark, mouth gaping because no tears nor cries will fall out.

That does not mean he doesn't scream.

His thick, white walls block in his screaming, yelling, and most importantly, his tantrums.

Romano has big tantrums.

If you're neighbors with him or a regular in his house, you would know of how many times he likes to kick down stuff and punch the wall. Of course, there isn't any regulars in his house for that exact reason.

Romano had just gotten through a tantrum and cut apart his business papers for work when he had sprawled out on his bed. He twisted on his spine and turned to face his ceiling.

He looked down on his body, disgusted.

Some days, Most days, Romano wanted to take his lighter and burn his body.

He used to. A lot when he first met Spain.

To be honest, Romano used to love himself. He wouldn't dare hurt his body since he was constantly pressing a girl to a bed. Not to say he was a whore, he just really loved his girlfriends.

But then he met Spain. And he hated himself.

He had to be perfect. Every inch of him, there was no room for flaws. He had to be loved by Spain, he had to be cherished.

How could he rid his flaws, when that's all he is?

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Barfs

Why are these so short whoops

bye