She smiles and you wonder why her smile is so hypnotising.
Maybe it's the way her full lips curve into an artwork.
Or maybe the way her eyes narrow. Chocolate eyes, which contain golden flicks that seem surreal.
But it could be the way her cheeks turn rosy, on the effort.
Or her pointy chin. Her aristocratic nose. Her elegant eyebrows. Her long lashes. Her caramel skin tone. Her perfect white teeth. Her long, unruly dark hair that frames her small face.
But her smile seems too genuine to be true. Her lips were shaking and blood was spilling from her bottom lip.
You suspect that in all this piece of art, what makes her smile so hypnotising is her eyes. Those chocolate eyes with golden flicks. But not because they look incredible.
A smile is supposed to be a sign of happiness. So why were her eyes glistening with tears ?
And you wonder why her smile is so hypnotising.
Maybe it's really her eyes. Yes, chocolate eyes with golden flicks that seem unimaginable.
Because they send distress calls.
Because they don't match with her smile.
Because they look morose.
Because they are sad.
This is why her smile is so hypnotising.
Some nights, in the dark, you hear muffled sobs coming from the door in front of yours.
Her door's room.
You just lay there, in your green silk sheets, your hands behind your head, listening to her melodic sadness.
Closing your eyes, you imagine her curled up in a ball on the floor, her forehead staying on her knees, wirld curls hiding her from the world like a shield.
You wonder why she's crying.
Is she sad ? Angry ? Disappointed ?
Is she trying her hardest not to cry too loud, covering her mouth with her slender fingers ?
Does she think you're sleeping ?
Is her body shaking ?
Does she close her eyes hard and open them with the hope that all of this is a nightmare ?
Does she feel her chest tightens, and finds herself scratching it agressively ?
Is the lump in her throat too big for her to talk ?
Is she asking when will all of this stop ?
Maybe you could talk to her. Try to understand.
But again, it's like she's too far from you.
She's out of your grasp.
The only thing you can do is listening to her restrained sobs all night, and watching her falsely laughs all day.
She's broken. And you want to do something. Stop her from falling further. Tell her that she's not alone.
But she is.
Maybe there's nothing to stop her from falling.
Maybe she's too broken.