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Underneath the Pageant Smile

Giving in, yet knowing better, she melted. Smiling, he leaned down and softly kissed her, holding her like the times she oft yearned for.

“Evan, Where do you want to…..” She froze as she saw him wrapping his arms around Jen, giving the look, she thought he only had given her.

She would just shake her head, to rid herself of the memories she tried so hard to erase. Each time remembering exactly why, and then forcing herself to piece it together once more, she berated herself for allowing them to seep through. As she prepared for the new day in front of her, shining with the rain that had just fallen,the air crisp and cool, mirroring her desired demeanor, she contemplated her extensive routine.

She sighed. Although most found her a very loving person, they had no idea the havoc state her heart was in.
No idea that behind each “pageant smile”, as she sarcastically called it, that there was a sadness so deep, it was consuming her.

Piece by Piece.
Slowly, as she fought so hard not to give in.

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