Hallelujah
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As she opens the door, she's greeted by the same sight that has greeted her so many times before, and so she laughs, just like always. How could she not laugh at the absurdity that's being put on display in front of her?
Tea fills their cups, and – even if only momentarily – a timid smile ensnares their hearts, quietly lulling them back into the falseness of the never-ending act.
The whole spectacle is laughable, and so she breaks into laughter once again, not caring to notice their odd glances.
She still remembers the moment that it had all been revealed to her, she remembers it as vividly as if it'd happened yesterday. She can still see that crooked, manipulative smile creeping over that beautifully innocent face whenever she closes her eyes.
It sends shivers down her spine. She's never been one to hide things from herself, that smile still scares her senseless – terrifies her down to her very marrow – but even so, she can't resist it. Perhaps, that in itself is the reason for her fear?
She continues to laugh, but quieter now – she wouldn't want to disturb this wonderful act, after all.
That smile broke her, tore away everything that she'd built up, and left her with nothing. So, she laughs, not only because she's able to watch such a perfect act whilst knowing that it is just that, but also because her laughter is the only thing that's keeping the fractured pieces of what's left of her together.
She knows it all, and yet she's trapped in it. She's been trapped since the first time that smile crossed the actress's lips. Unable to resist, unable to do anything but beg for the salvation that she'd seemed so capable of providing.
There was nothing that could be compared to that smile.
No, that wasn't true. There was one thing that could match that wicked smile.
The person who wore it.
Her soft warmth gently brushes past, and the laughing girl catches the faintest hint of that terrifying, inescapable smile in her eyes.
She laughs again, unable to control how it seems to overflow from within her, she couldn't beg now, it would ruin her act.
She's the only one who knows of it, she's the only one who's seen it, and she would do anything to keep it that way. She refuses to let go of that smile that has so easily dragged her into despair, the smile that has made her beg for it.
She made her way towards the table, finding a chair on which to sit – laughter sapped you of your strength after all – this was a time of waiting, and so she would wait.
She glanced at the one pouring tea into a cup clearly meant for her, and felt her lips curl involuntary upwards at the sight.
She was going to need that strength, because soon, it would be time for her to beg once more.
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A/n: This is the result of having the song "Hallelujah" on endless repeat in my head over an entire weekend… it didn't end up being quite as long as I wanted it to, but I hope that it was still enjoyable.