The art of smiling.
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There was so many different smiles. Jack had learnt them all. He had mastered them, used them so many times to hide his true feelings. To hide his emotions. To look like he was happy. But if you looked closer, you could see the conflict, the sadness, the rage that his mask was hiding. If you looked into his eyes you could see how he was really feeling. But no one did. No one bothered to look hard enough. And Jack knew that. So he always would smile, to act happy. Because he didn't want people to know how he really felt about everything.
Grinning was easy. Jack could do that in his sleep, and he probably did. Jack always grinned. Sometimes it was when he really was happy, like when he was pranking Bunny- now that was fun. However, he also would grin when he was sad, to try and make himself happy again. Or when he had just been insulted. When this happened, Jack would act like he didn't care, grin and say something back. But he did care. He always did. But instead of just letting his feelings show, he would plaster the famous grin on his face. If people looked harder, they would see that he was upset. But they didn't. The grin worked perfectly.
Laughing was something different. Breathing, talking, moving- they all took effort. Laughing didn't. Jack liked to laugh. He laughed whenever he could, despite the circumstances. He laughed when he was fighting. He laughed when he was creating winter. He laughed because he wanted to. Because it took no effort. Yes, Jack liked it. He didn't have to fake it. You couldn't fake laughter. It had to be real or none at all.
Unlike smiling. Jack smiled loads. Heaps. But this didn't mean he was happy. Jack just smiled always because he didn't want anybody to worry. If he shown his true feelings on his face, then they would see how sad he really was. Sad about the fact that no one could see him. That people just walked through him. It was alright for them, but for Jack- he would rather face millions of Pitch's nightmare horses everyday than getting walked through once. But he had to put up with it everyday. He didn't want the only ones who could see him see him sad. So he smiled when he was with people. It was easy enough- stretch the muscles on your lips upwards till they formed a smile. Yet, day by day, it took Jack more effort to do it. But he did it anyway because he felt like he had to. He was the guardian of fun! He wasn't meant to feel this way- his life was better now. But it didn't stop the people walking through him.
There was loads of smiles. Jack used them all. Used them to hide his true feelings. To hide his emotions. To look happy. No one had ever bothered to look closer and saw the conflict, the sadness, the rage that those smiles were hiding. And Jack knew that. Because no one looked behind the smile.
No one.
They didn't see what Jack was really feeling.
But sometimes, Jack wished they did.