Disclaimer: I do not own Ghost Hunt.
— Fragrance —
They all held secrets. Why? None of them knew. Chances to reveal them came and went by and they let them go just like that.
For they all wanted to hide in the cradle of safety, just a day longer.
Being labeled as the snob was no big deal to her.
She knew that her image as a real person didn't matter. She was a doll.
Nothing more, nothing less.
A doll that represented perfection.
Though, she chose to differ. She may reflect as a snob to some, a picture of perfection to others but she knew she was much more than just that.
She knew she existed.
She knew she had personality, even if it was a condescending one. Even if it was an irritating one. She knew she still held life in the thin vessel that had her soul entrapped.
She knew and that was more than enough for her.
She chose to ignore the sharp looks of nonacceptance that came from all around her. Her female co-workers or may it be anyone.
Ignorance was a bliss indeed.
They all stared.
Enthralled by her beauty; repelled by her personality.
Repelled by her beauty; enthralled by her personality.
Masako sat before the large mirror embedded in the wall. She had the drawer of the dressing table and it's contents laid in front of her as she sorted things out. She picked up a bundle of entangled ribbons and began freeing the knots.
The way the ribbons would stay entangled in her hands as she tried to pry the tightening layer of threads off her fingers, seemed to mean more to her than just a common occurrence. She felt like her life was being controlled the same way. The same tightening threads around her neck, and her fingers trying to pry them off violently...
But every time, she just ended up getting more and more entangled, more and more muddled up.
Confused and lost. Like she had no meaning to her life, but she failed to recognize those feelings. Rather she denied herself from accepting those feelings.
The feeling of being unwanted.
Snapping out her reverie, she sighed as she gave up on the knotted ribbons.
She moved away from her dressing table.
Masako sat softly on the bed that she had made for herself. The kimono that she had worn for the 'date' still lay strewn across the sheets. Folding the sash slowly, she picked up the fabric and held it closely to her face. She sniffed slowly. Inhaling the deep scent of perfume that she recognized was not hers, she smiled.
Closing her eyes, she lay down on the mattress. Holding it closer to her chest, Masako sighed contentedly. The fragrance that the fabric emanated sparked vivid memories in her mind. The wide brown eyes that stared at her as she clung on to his hands. The way he looked at her, probably disgusted. She had restrained herself from deciphering the emotions that rarely played on his face.
She was afraid that they would tell her more than she wanted to know and she feared that if she looked at him, he would know more than he ought to know.
She inhaled the fragrance deeply, smiling contentedly. She reached to switch off the lamp on her bedside.
Nobody had to know.
She held on to the kimono, her grip growing tighter as she felt drowsier by the moment.
Nobody had to know.
She was perfect in every way. She was the image that everyone wanted to reflect. She was the image that represented everything that a human could have.
Nobody had to know what she felt.
Lonely. Painfully lonely yet unable to do anything about her excruciating situation because she was stubborn.
She was perfect.
She had to remain perfect.
Nobody had to know that she was imperfect.
The grip on the fabric loosening, her breathing evened as she escaped to the pleasing reality of dreams.
She smiled involuntarily as the fragrance still lingered.
A/N — I seem to have a liking for exploring Masako's troubled personality.