The Hidden Tears of the Clown Girl

Anxiety

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Walk for a few minutes. And Glam doesn't stop laughing. She laughs like crazy.

<< AHAHAHAH I'm suffocating! Please, Y/N, tell me another one, please! >>

A little while ago, she asked me to tell her funny anecdotes from my life as a human on Earth. According to her, why should I only remember the most beautiful parts of it.

<< I swear this is the last one >> I say with a hint of resignation in my voice << It was a day like any other, so... my friend and I are crossing the street, and a car almost hits us. At that point, my friend, angry, yells at the driver saying, "MA LI MORTACCI TUA! TE POTESSE SCOPPIÀ LA MACCHINA!" which literally means "Cursed be all your dead relatives, and may your car explode." in Italian.>>

Glam laughs so much that I wouldn't be surprised if she runs out of breath. She doesn't even give herself time to breathe.

<< AHAHAHAH! It's wonderful! Italian insults are so creative! And it's beautiful how they sound! >> she says, wiping away the tears that came out after all those laughs.

<< Please, don't use them against the people in hell >> I tell her with a hint of laughter << They wouldn't even understand what you said to them >>

<< Exactly! >> Glam exclaims << They wouldn't understand me! >> she adds, continuing to laugh << What was the other word? SBRONZO? >>

I laugh. << No, it's 'STRONZO,' which means 'asshole.' 'SBRONZO' means 'drunk man. >>

<< Beautiful. I'll make a note of it >> she says, continuing to laugh. 

It feels odd. In Italy, only a child would laugh at these jokes.

<< Enough, Glam, you'll ruin your makeup with all those tears >>

<< Don't worry, tonight I used waterproof makeup. Only makeup remover can take it off >>

I return Glam's smile and look back at the road ahead of us.

This area is quite unusual.

I'm not holding hands with Glam, so we're not invisible. Glam told me earlier that it's safe here.

And indeed, it is.

It's a very quiet street. There are people, and not a few. Demons of every kind, except humans, of course.

Mostly they mind their own business, and they're almost all in groups, and the drunkest ones are supported by their sober friends.

I've lost count of the number of couples making out, especially the imps.

Some even go all the way.

Usually when I see someone doing it in public, especially in places with questionable hygiene, the feeling it creates in my head is disgust. But not this time.

The atmosphere around us, for some reason, only conveys tranquility to me.

The street is lit with calm colors, thanks to the endless neon signs around us, mixed with graffiti that add a touch of color to this place.

If I have to find a flaw, it's the large number of empty bottles and cans lying around. But it's still a very quiet place.

There are also countless musical traces playing around. According to Glam, street musicians, but they don't come here to make money.