crazykurlygrimm
Sometimes, it's weird how life works out; what's broken gets fixed, and what was perfect shatters into a thousand tiny pieces on the floor. You can't go back and change the past, but the future will never be reliable enough to invest in anyway. Doesn't mean you don't try. Doesn't mean that they'll let you give up that still beating heart while there's still breath in your lungs. Doesn't mean that maybe, just maybe, the future isn't a death knell just waiting to ring.
Blood and lipstick look the same, though Gigi Whelm likes to think she knows better now.
Or: She's still as beautiful as Gigi remembers, and the guilt slowly eating her alive worms just a little bit deeper into her chest. Maybe this is the time to get it out.