Oops, I Joker'd again. It's not my fault we only watch like, twenty minutes of a movie at a time. I get bored. And then I get emotions. Anyway, if you don't like it, at least it's short. Leave a review anyway and tell me why.
She reminded him so much of Jeannie.
Her hair was the same bright blonde, her smile lit up the room, and oh, her laugh. She laughed like she didn't care who heard, loud enough to wake up a neighborhood; pure and clear and bright and cheerful.
How he hated her.
But that was the joke, wasn't it? They took everything, and twisted it, before giving it back to him. He was as awful-looking as before; white war paint instead of ugly paleness, bright green that stood out anywhere instead of a dull brown. The beautiful love of his life became a hybrid; his devotion, his all-consuming need for everything to be okay, her eyes and hair and smile now painted red, against white, to match his.
And so he brought along what he could, anything that reminded him of her, and he laughed along. What else was there to do?