Post by Empyreal Maiden on May 13, 2007 8:08:54 GMT -5
A fanfic I came up with before a tennis lesson. Yeah, it's odd but please read and enjoy.
She was always smiling, that small shy smile that made him think that she knew something that he didn’t. He hated that smile, he liked to be in control, knowing everything that was going on. Sometimes he just wanted to wipe that smile of her pale face. How dare she smile and laugh while he himself was miserable. This wasn’t a love match, it never was, they barely knew each other. They had been married out of politics and wishes of parents long gone. No, he wanted to wipe that smile off her face or at least know what it was for. If it was one thing that he hated it was something done without reason, like throwing away a friendship for unrequited love. But then he remembered, he had done the same thing, he had thrown away his friends for his desire for revenge; and he had no regrets.
Eventually though, he got used to that smile. He knew when it was real and when it was fake. Too often though, it seemed with him, her smiles were fake. She was reserved when around him, almost fearful but he saw her with her friends, he saw her happy. The smiles were genuine. And eventually, he wanted to be the one to make her happy. He wanted to make her smile, but he didn’t tell her that.
They got to know each other, live with each other. He knew her lesser habits, ones that few were aware of. When she was nervous, her foot would raise ever so slightly, she had given up playing with her hands long ago. They got to know each other and as time passed, they grew to love each other. Somewhere over the years, he had stopped hating that smile and grew to cherish it instead. She smiled at him, a real smile and the feelings it caused in him were, indescribable. Her soft smile caused an eruption of warmth in his chest, melting the ice that covered his heart.
Some asked why he stayed with her, she was frail and plain; they said but he knew better. She wasn’t like other girls, she accepted him for who he was and never tried to change him. She didn’t attempt to capture his attention with sugarcoated words and fancy dress. She may not have been as pretty to others but in his eyes she was beautiful because she represented redemption, she represented understanding, she represented what was pure and good in life. Their match was harmony, they completed one another and helped each other in ways no one else could.
Smile
She was always smiling, that small shy smile that made him think that she knew something that he didn’t. He hated that smile, he liked to be in control, knowing everything that was going on. Sometimes he just wanted to wipe that smile of her pale face. How dare she smile and laugh while he himself was miserable. This wasn’t a love match, it never was, they barely knew each other. They had been married out of politics and wishes of parents long gone. No, he wanted to wipe that smile off her face or at least know what it was for. If it was one thing that he hated it was something done without reason, like throwing away a friendship for unrequited love. But then he remembered, he had done the same thing, he had thrown away his friends for his desire for revenge; and he had no regrets.
Eventually though, he got used to that smile. He knew when it was real and when it was fake. Too often though, it seemed with him, her smiles were fake. She was reserved when around him, almost fearful but he saw her with her friends, he saw her happy. The smiles were genuine. And eventually, he wanted to be the one to make her happy. He wanted to make her smile, but he didn’t tell her that.
They got to know each other, live with each other. He knew her lesser habits, ones that few were aware of. When she was nervous, her foot would raise ever so slightly, she had given up playing with her hands long ago. They got to know each other and as time passed, they grew to love each other. Somewhere over the years, he had stopped hating that smile and grew to cherish it instead. She smiled at him, a real smile and the feelings it caused in him were, indescribable. Her soft smile caused an eruption of warmth in his chest, melting the ice that covered his heart.
Some asked why he stayed with her, she was frail and plain; they said but he knew better. She wasn’t like other girls, she accepted him for who he was and never tried to change him. She didn’t attempt to capture his attention with sugarcoated words and fancy dress. She may not have been as pretty to others but in his eyes she was beautiful because she represented redemption, she represented understanding, she represented what was pure and good in life. Their match was harmony, they completed one another and helped each other in ways no one else could.