greenwolf
She smiled, thinking perhaps, that it would help to change things; change him. She'd been told her smile could light up the room she was in. But it did nothing to change him. He looked at her, his eyes cold, no smile tugging at his lips. He'd never smile again. The dead don't smile. The dead only glare. And he would always be glaring now.
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