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3 am
Still not enough.
Glisten was breathing heavy and sweating from all the work.
Not enough, not perfect enough.
He didn't know why but, lately the formation of his room didn't seem correct. His bed was off center, the bookshelves were all in the wrong place. His golden paint was flaking off, his reflection looked weird. His photos torn up again. Papers with scribbled notes that won't ever make sense to anyone. Fresh cuts on his arms that dripped ichor onto the floor.
Glisten looked down at his arm, feeling it burn against the cold air.
"Ah, do I even have anything to cover this up?" he stared at the fresh wounds.
He sighed. "Hm...I could use some more but..." he stared at the cuts, before covering his eyes "What am I on about I just ruined myself again! I thought I was fine! I was okay! I-" he slowly sat on the floor.
Glisten stared at the mess of his room, the weariness dawning on him.
"It's going to take me all night to make this room even presentable again." Staring at the broken glass from the vanity he broken. Glisten barely remembered when he broke it but it's broken. "Maybe, I just need a new one...that one was getting scratches all over it." he mumbled while picking at the scabs his ichor was trying to form.
He stood up again, approaching a shelf that was out of place. "Perhaps I can get this one to the spot it deserves to be in first. Not let anyone in my room for the next few days and everyone who sees this will be amazed!" He lied to himself.