Reader's gender is not specified. This is rather short, sorry.

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Y/N was walking around, red roses in their hands as they search for a certain lady. "H-hi, miss Marie! I wanted to give you— No, no, no! Hey! I got you some flowers cuz they remind me of— HECK!" they exclaim, facepalming so hard they'd be sure it's gonna bruise later.

You see, our little Y/N has a small... teeny, weeny— ok, huge— crush on the new hunter. Was it because she was beautiful? Intriguing? Her interesting past?

No. It's because Y/N was a loner. But Marie changed that. The hunter was the first ever per—spirit.. or ghost... thing, who treated them like a normal person. Even with their different factions, they can't help but like the Red Lady. Everything about the hunter made Y/N madly have a crush on her.

Y/N continues to walk towards the female's room, and upon reaching it, they saw it was slightly open; estimated about 3 inches. (If you get this i love you) "Huh... maybe she's inside...." they mutter, putting a hand on the wood, about to push it open and abruptly stopping.

They were about to open it, until they heard Marie's voice inside. They peak, seeing only the Red Lady's back. Infront of her, a glass mirror, must be her skill. They decided to snoop, curious on what's gonna happen.

"Mirror, mirror, infront of me; do I still behold beauty?" her voice, sounding desperate, chants. Y/N watches as the spirit mirror suddenly start moving, and another voice joins it. It made Y/N slightly jump.

"Marie Antoinette,
who's beautiful white dress,
Now red.
You are now merely an angered spirit,
An unfulfilled entity,
What once you have, now gone,
Without a life, you do not posses beauty."

(Shut up, I used the random poem generator thingy)

The voice fainted away, and silence engulfed the room. Y/N looks confused; what was she doing? Was she asking the mirror for praise but failed?

They watch Marie sit there, staring at the mirror floating in front of her. Her fist clenched, as well as her perfect posture dropping to a slouch.

"I... I know..." a whimper escaped her lips. It was them followed by sniffles, whines, and finally, sobbing. The Red Lady covers her pale face, crying into her hands. "I get it... I get it!" she cries, holding her face in her hands. "W-who would like... an ugly, dead, brutal killer?!" she cries out, blood tears running down her face. She curls up, hugging her legs as she sobs onto her arms.

Y/N didn't know what to do; should they retreat, or go to her?

Duh.

The h/c haired survivor pushes the door open, "I-I will," Y/N's voice alarmed the hunter, quickly looking at the door seeing it open with a shy Y/N standing.

Marie quickly tries wiping off her red tears, failing. "Y/N! W-wait hold on... this isn't what it looks like!" she frantically tries to clean her face. Y/N walks closer, gently grabbing the woman's hands off and making her look at the girl/boy with wide eyes.

"I-it's ok.... I'm here... don't worry..." Y/N then reaches to their back, pulling out the bouquet of red roses. "H-Here.. I got this for you... It r-reminded me of how pretty you are..." they smile shyly. The Red Lady reaches for the flowers, looking down as red tears start dripping down her face to the flowers.

"I-I.... " she stutters. Her eyes were squinted as she smiles, hugging the bouquet. "T-thank you....." she mumbles, smelling the flowers and letting the floral aroma cool her down.

'She looks so pretty smiling....' Y/N thoughts, switching their gaze to the mirror. 'The mirror obviously didn't know what it's talking about, because all I see is the most beautiful queen I have ever land eyes on.'

Y/N thoughts, watching Marie as she smiles beautifully; it sent butterflies in the survivors stomach knowing they're the reason of that smile.

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Yes. It's sucky.

I have nO tImE rN bUt hAvE tHiS.