Can I ask you something?
I peeked at him from above the piece of paper. Whatever he was gonna ask, it was probably going to be stupid.
Yet, I found myself writing a reply anyways.
Shoot.
He glanced at me cryptically before writing something sown hastily and passing it to me across the table.
It's just.. You never seem to smile
I gave him a look. Well damn, I wasn't expecting that.
What does it matter to you if I don't smile?
He looked at me sadly.
Is it okay if I ask Why?
I sighed.
Maybe I've just never had a reason to.
He looked as if he was in deep thought for a moment before abruptly passing me another note.
I want to see you smile.
YOU ARE READING
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Художественная проза"She drew the lines of her world" "He made it colourful" "She saw the world for the way it was" "He saw the world for the way it could be" "She was a lost cause" "He was a dreamer" "She never thought she could smile again" "Until the day he met her"...
