Status: Probably will never be finished.
A Story of White
O, Phase 5
Occasionally we were allowed to see each other.
Although we looked the same as we did last time at a first glance, we could tell there were differences; the way we moved, the way we acted.
Yes, her behavior had drastically changed. Although her eyes were always vacant, she was always smiling at me.
Always, smiling.
That was what made me the most furious.
Why?
Why are you smiling?
We’ve been going through this torture every day, and you’re smiling?
It drove me mad. I knew she wasn’t actually happy. There was no way she could be happy.
But I didn’t want to worry her, so I forced myself to smile back, and talk about the world outside.
The world that was not of white, nor red.
Although we looked the same as we did last time at a first glance, we could tell there were differences; the way we moved, the way we acted.
Yes, her behavior had drastically changed. Although her eyes were always vacant, she was always smiling at me.
Always, smiling.
That was what made me the most furious.
Why?
Why are you smiling?
We’ve been going through this torture every day, and you’re smiling?
It drove me mad. I knew she wasn’t actually happy. There was no way she could be happy.
But I didn’t want to worry her, so I forced myself to smile back, and talk about the world outside.
The world that was not of white, nor red.