What do you do when you CAN'T get angry? You CAN'T defend yourself because you're always happy. The answer is simple. You pay someone that's always angry to make you angry, take it from me. "Are you always this happy?" Liam looks at me sideways, his signature frown in place. His words were sharp, meant to cut. I wasn't trying to be positive. Really. I just can't help it. I cross my legs and turn to him. The look in his dark eyes so full of nothing. It was almost worse with the way he was staring at me. He was judging me. Like everyone else. "I... no." My voice squeeks and I curse my inability to lie. Liam makes a sound that roughly sounds like a snort and a scoff combined. And my heart cracks just a little more. "Yeah, whatever. Save it princess, we all know can't go a day without being nice and positively happy. But hey, if I wanted to be a daughter by proffesion and daddy was stuffing my wallets full of cash, I'd be smilling just as much as you. And spouting peace core bullshit all around." And that was the final blow, he went in for the final kill with sharp precision. For a moment I feel a stab of anger but the anger vanishes and in it's stead is just biting sadness. I can't tell if he regrets his words or not because he stands up quickly from the grass and turns around before walking away. His final words to me echoing in my head. Daughter by profession? Was that what I was?All Rights Reserved
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