The Moment Her Fury Became Her Tears
Lit Up — June’s Prompt: Lucky Sentence
“The smile slipped from her at that.” — City Of Ashes: The Mortal Instruments — Cassandra Clare
Her eyes were filled to the brim of tears. She was tired of the feelings that was ever so prevalent of its self. Her hair was flying at random in the wind, all of brown and red that flashed side to side past her eyes.
She watched as she watched her friend leave her side, taking to defend against her for the lanky, black haired girl whose claim was on the eyes of a tall boy. The tall boy whom she’d known for too long. He was the bane and she was hemlock poison.
Both, too alike in wishes in life, the want to see the world, or to control it with the rise of their fingers. He was not too keen on sharing. He sought to rule above all with the lanky girl, whom the poisonous girl’s friend was quick to defend. Outcasted, was she in this moment and every after.
She watched as the girl with the claim had walked away with his arms wrapped around her. The poisonous girl turned away and had walked away toward her circle of friends, who still had no idea why the poisonous girl confronted the tall boy. Not understanding, that she was right in her way for he had lied, making her look the better part of a thief when she “supposedly” copied his work in class that day.
Unhappily, she laughed along with the others about what happened in Health class, when the boy’s friends were sent out of class for disruption. She paid no mind to the glare being sent her way by the lanky girl and her prissy posse. Masking all that was hurting, she laughed and laughed.
Her friend, who was closest to her, knew the sign of her smile. Knowing the fake and real things about her was essentially the only thing she knew told her about her emotionless, emotional friend. Her friend, who knew her, called her aside and questioned her for an answer.
She smiled brightly, with her pearls lit and shining, made her friend all the more curious.
But slowly as the conversation went on, the poisonous girl’s bright smile slowly started to fall flat and slumped back into a fine line on her face.
Her friend knew now, the poisonous girl only acted as poison, for she loved the tall boy of bane.
The girl of hemlock began to weep in silent, as her friend watched her. Hoping that the poisonous girl wouldn’t crack anymore than she could fix. And knowing, that the smile was fake and a mask for the things at play.
Her smile came falling too far to the floor to think and hope for anything better, or so her friend and the poisonous girl thought.
