I feel weird about this one...Oh, well...

Feb 26, 2006 18:36



This is a very old thing that I never got to finish, at least till now...(See there's still hope for the one you're asking for!)

I don't really know what to think about this one right now... Don't hesitate to edit, or even delete!

Sometimes, people ask him why he choose that career.
He just shrugs.

- And when they turn around he allows himself the ghost of a sad smile -

Really, what else could he have done?
He used to be the class clown when he was a kid. He was the one you came to to pour your heart out, ask advice, and go home with a smile on your face.
He could never stand the silence, or being uncomfortable, so he cracked a joke to ease the atmosphere, or at least his own.
So really. Why that job? Hell, because that's all he can do!
Besides, he'd always loved children...

He hates it when the show ends.
- Because then he has to face the mirror -

Always the same gestures. Pour some make-up remover on a disc of cotton. First erase the black eyes. Left. Right. Throw the disc into the trashbin. Take another. Erase the red nose and mouth. And finally the white skin.
He hates it when the show ends because with each caress of the soggy cotton on his skin he reveals the real him, and he's forced to watch.

- The real him. Who's that anyway? -

He's lost himself so many times in hopes and dreams of something else that he doesn't even know anymore.
And he doesn't want to know, much less see.

- Why did he choose that career? Easy. Because there's no better way to forget the pain and sadness than hide them under a smiling face. -
Love,
Dodo...* (very very tired, as in 'can't see straight' tired)

dodo, fic

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