Leilani stalks down the hall, gazes thrown her way before flicking quickly away when their eyes met hers. she says nothing, does nothing. yet the only sound is the sharp clicking if her heels and quiet murmurs of unease. her step is evenly timed to the dull ticking of the clock, the frills of her pattern flowing gracefully around her. everything was perfect. she was perfect. and yet.... no one would touch her with a ten foot pole. but she has convinced herself that she prefers it this way.
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