No, she was not 50 miles away from me...she was in front of me...but the "distance" in her smile was uncanny. She smiled with ease and glare. It was an instant snapshot. But she wasn't happy, NO, she wasn't angered, NO...but she kept that smile on her face, as if this was the only thing she knew how to do. Her smile could effect change in anyone who glanced at it. It mesmerized. Not to give into Wonder and Awe nor Amazement, but instead it caused confusion.
A confusion that stood out amongst her friends. A smile that when you looked in her eyes, they glistened... maybe it was the ghost of her past or maybe it was a foreboding of the future...but she was only ever concerned with the present. But she continues to smile...it's all she knows.
As lady lucky stood beside her, she smiled...she smiled so arduously because it was like an angelic presence. She didn't know how to react, but she did what she did best...her fond smile. It was like she was destined to do so. There was no better feeling than her smiling. It was her comfort, her safety net, her whole being without reserve.
Infectious as her smile was, she never hid it. She saw beauty with each bone that she moved in her face. She saw it's brilliance and its quiescent that it portrayed. She never let go of the smile that she loathed the most.
Yes, she loathed her smile...she loathed that her smile because she could not portray her happiest retrospection. What she and all saw outward...she couldn't produce internally, but she keeps smiling.
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