Macabre Fascination
"A tad morbid, but then, who am I to judge? I'm technically dead."
The graveyard around her is cold, and some would call it frightening, but it doesn't scare her. She's seen too many deaths, committed too many murders, for it to frighten her. She's even been friends with an animated skeleton, for God's sake, even if he's gone now.
One sharp, bright grin accompanied by a tear that glints of a macabre fascination.
A/N: That was one of my favorite quotes when I first read the book...
Written December the Fifth.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.