Value
By xannychan
A/N: A guilty little pleasure of mine, but I really love Perfect Girl Evolution/Wallflower. It's the first fandom in which the main character is my favorite, and there are buckets of potential in this manga. That said, my first dip into PGE fandom is a one-shot.
Warnings: angst.
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Hiroshi-kun knew what it was to be rejected. Sunako had found him, and the others too, in the garbage, destined to be junked, dirty and scratched. Perhaps she loved them because she knew they could never reject her. She cared for her dolls and skulls diligently because she knew they needed her to be maintained; she celebrated them because they understood and enjoyed her every quirk.
They knew what it was to be incomplete, only skeletons and half-fleshed figures. They were partially human-like, fractionally lifelike, only models of life. Like her, they were never more their original design. They accepted her as she was, because they understand that some can never be anything else.
But perhaps she wasn't looking to be accepted as she was; maybe she wanted her flaws to be forgiven more than she wanted them to be embraced; maybe she wanted to be acknowledged that she was capable of better than that.
Perhaps she felt that with only her dolls, she was truly and utterly alone. Maybe she felt bitter loneliness more deeply in their presence, because she knew they would always be mere plastic.
But perhaps, most of all, she fears above all else that there will be no one else who will understand her this deeply. Maybe, her greatest nightmare is not rejection, but the limits she places upon herself—and that no one will save her from herself.
The ones who make her cry the most, then, would be her dolls, because that is all they are.
She fears that no one else will reach out to her more than a gruesome smile does, and her only love will be in a suspended, unbeating heart.
For the first time, Sunako is frightened of the dark.