The girl is sat cross-legged in the centre of the room, humming softly to herself as she works. She lays out the dolls before her, never pausing, never resting, not until she's surrounded in a porcelain circle. From afar, you watch her. Maybe it's the way she moves, the way she talks, the rosy hue high on her cheeks, but there's something about that girl that is much akin to the lifeless figures that encompass her. She's their mistress. The living, breathing, ice-cold likeness of the glassy china dolls.
She looks at you then, with those glazed blue eyes, and you notice the cracks on her porcelain face. She lifts a slender white hand and beckons to you. She wants you to play.
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What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted? (A Spoby AU)
Fanfiction(Spoby Au) Secrets make the world go round. At least in Rosewood they do. In this town, where shadows lurk around every corner, and the lies we tell gnaw at our black hearts, secrets are the oxygen of the people. Everything is withheld; nothing is s...
