Mask perfectly sculpted through the years it had never cracked until he met Colby perfectly bright and smiley.
Tears and sobs came through those cracks though, blood and sad eyes, cracks faint enough that only the brunette ghost hunter would notice.
Cracks that could easily be fixed with glue but instead were stuck back together with blue paint mixed with glue, drawn into it to make them stand out.
A crack barely noticeable opened up more and more standing out, breaking and cracking with every sad day but with more blue glue it stood out.
A perfectly imperfect cracked mask.
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100 Words | 100 prompts
FanfictionJust a place to put all of my Solby 100 drabbled prompts from tumblr.
