The Girl That Never Smiled

The Girl That Never Smiled

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He sighed, a content kind of sigh, like he somehow enjoyed this... "Whoa, the view is amazing from up here." "...No, not if you actually look." He suddenly turned around and I could feel his curious eyes scanning my face, "You never see the positives, do you?" His voice was soft, almost stolen by the breeze. It seemed... sad? Why? "It's always there, you just aren't looking hard enough. You need to search for it, not just see." "Yeah? And how do I do that?" I scoffed. He needs to see the reality for what it is. "By finding it inside you first. You need to feel the beauty, the happiness, so that then you can see it." I looked down, not wanting too stare into his eyes - they were too calculating, too... curious for his own good. Why couldn't he just stop caring so much? Just ignore me, leave me alone, it's what I know. "I used to, but that was once upon a time." * * * * She is a girl which pushes everyone away. The girl that everyone avoids but is seen as a target by all. She is the girl that never smiled. Always alone she is determined to keep it that way, she won't be naive and let anyone in, because that would mean having to learn to trust all over again. This way she can avoid more pain. What she doesn't realise though, is that it might be much harder than she originally thought... All her life she has lived in a cage, will she find the one that has the key? More importantly, will she let him knock down her walls, made to keep everyone out? _____________________________________________________________________ All images used in the media section belong to their rightful owners and creators. However, the story was written solely by me and all rights are reserved hence no plagiarism will be tolerated.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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