February 22, 2011.
Misplaced Optimism
"Cheer up, everyone. Since we're all going to die horribly anyway, what's there to be worried about?"
She smiles a lot these days. It doesn't conceal a rent in her heart, because there's no getting to that little slit these days, no way through her cheerful, positive outlook. She wonders if it's healthy. He would have worried, maybe.
One tear, filled with misplaced optimism.
A/N: Optimism is more oft misplaced than not, I have found.
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.