That was always her measure of the genuineness of a smile. She and her best friend once had a conversation where she had claimed she could pick all the genuine smiles in the hall. "How?" her best friend asked. "It's simple. A true smile reflects in the eyes." she would answer.
Wilson relaxed back in the sofa, straightening the crease in his premium leather coat, taking a sip of the drink lying on the table next to him. "I want you to kill me." "I'm sorry..?" Matt almost spit through his open jaw.. He had heard Wilson was an overly pampered super-celebrity with a twisted head, but there probably truly wasn't a limit to how much of one he could be.
I remember how back when i was a kid, being 20, was what I thought the oldest somebody could get. Now that I am 20 (and 14 days, for that matter), things haven’t changed a lot. In fact, nothing feels different. I mean, other than the fact I’m no more a teen (and of course, [...]
Behind a smile so wide, She was breaking apart inside, Her feelings had started to shatter, She knew, to no-one she'll ever matter! She was never understood, No body felt what she felt, She hid under a yellow hood, And tried letting go of the broken pieces of glass she held. She sighed and cried, [...]