He was always smiling. His smile made my stomach flip. I adored his smile. It was the kind of smile that was sort of crooked, and the corners pulled upward just enough to form dimples that I wanted to poke my finger into. His smile was like Christmas carols: you just have join in with a song and a smile of your own.
Not that I care.
His smile is worth nothing to me now. I wish he'd never smile at me again. Because I despise him.
But damn, it still makes my stomach flip. As much as I hate him, I can't hate his smile. He knows it too. Because the smile just doesn't go away.
I want it to.
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
