Selena...
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Thread Topic: Selena...
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And okay, I will.
I don't laugh about writing, Sulfur. Unless it's meant to be humorous. I sit in awe, or I cry. For example, there was this writing event I wanted to attend today but didn't. -
Alright..
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I still remember the smile they shared. My mother and my father. A kind smile, often parting to reveal sharp white teeth in gentle laughter. An understanding smile, never once bending down into a show of unhappiness. A reassuring smile, a soft line upon their faces. A fake smile. A visage that was meant to fool me, to cover up the ghosts of doubt on their faces. Even as a child, I was capable of recognizing that ever-present gleam of anguish in their eyes. The window to the soul, the one that can never be fogged over. The only one that could never lie to me, as their traitorous lips did. I tried long and hard to find one moment, just one second, when that smile was gone. It never came. And it only worsened when my younger sister was born. She was identical to me, and my parents made it a point to emphasize it, especially to the elder of our family. Their smiles gained an odd new quality when they spoke of her resemblance to me- smugness. The elder had never liked me, though I never knew why. He didn't care much for any twin of mine, either, to my parents' great delight. My sister, who came to be named Degree, never seemed bothered by their false cheeriness. She was a happy kind of person. She either didn't notice.. or she didn't allow it to get to her. She developed rather well, and to our parents' alarm, she became fluent in speech before I ever said my first word. Perhaps I was mentally handicapped. Perhaps I would be mute forever. Perhaps I didn't want to talk. They never thought that, just maybe, I never knew what to say. Even long after I had assured myself that I was able to speak, I refused to, until I was able also to find the words to say when I asked why their faces must lie to me everyday. And, of course, to find how that word had brought it about. I had completely convinced myself that it was that word- that one, evil word- that had made them seem so hollow. My sister begged me to speak. She always wanted me to sing with her. Some dream of hers. My parents.. I never knew what they thought of it. Their faces contradicted their words. The mouth that frowned at the idea of my words. The gentle whisper that asked me to say something, while the eyes celebrated when I didn't. I took careful heed of the lips, the eyes. Ignoring the urgent way they encouraged me to speak, I always stood there in their stony embrace, my eyes pleading silently with them to be angry. I was old enough to speak! They have a right to be angry! To let me see those false smiles slip away. To show me that they were still alive.
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:O Sulfy...
I'mma make you give up being an assassin and become a writer. -
A bit late for that.. do you still want to see the rest?
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Maru, shut up. If I want to post the rest, I will. You have no right to volunteer me. And you have no right to go rubbing it in my face. -.-
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So bitter. e.e Fine.
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I actually do, though. You're such a great writer...
And I'll be back momentarily. -
She's leaving. There we go. I don't have to then. Take that, Maru. >:P
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Oh, and while I was reading that, I thought of this one quote. Originally French, I believe.
The man who knows the most speaks the least.
I don't act like I know very much on here, huh? -
Hm.. I don't know. Are you back, or have you just not left yet?
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I'm back.
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Did you want the rest? -
If you're willing to give to me.
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Here, she just put it up on my Deviantart.
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