The pulverized mouth to the haunted house was closed; a clattering of keys, the dull clunk of a shameful lock. Respite. The pale girl that wisped out like smoke grinned. She hadn't grinned in a while, but that didn't seem to impede it, as the wrong and dishonor of the revolving world never impedes the waltz of the peerless stars. Besides, this one knew her differently than others. Enticing the hood from her shoulders, and pulling it over her black hair indefinitely... the anchor of guilt fell...
How does one near-immaculately garden all their ugliness into one, superb explanation... it's impossible. Her forehead was smooth, no knitting, as she canted her head toward the small, innocent face that made her feel instantly so much more.... execrable.
She knew not how to begin but by only saying. "Still so pretty."