Notes: Mr Larson owns all. This is 130 words of just something that I wanted to do. I feel like I owe it to Mark. Please review.
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"Are you okay?"
I looked to him, confused, "Yeah. Why?"
Roger shrugged, "You look…different."
Arching a brow, I watched him as he stared at me. "Different meaning….?"
He shrugged, going back to his song about Mimi, "Just that, different."
The next day I was surprised to have Roger say the same thing, and not only have him say it, but Collins and Maureen as well. I looked different, they kept saying. I shrugged it off, thinking they were just fooling, some early joke to get me or something.
A week later and they still were at it, asking what was different. I relented, touching the side of my face and feeling the smile there.
"You need a reason to be sad," I reasoned, "You don't need one to be happy."