She always smiled when he was around.
She always showed every emotion she felt deep inside so openly.
She never hid anything for him.
Never.
Always when she was sad, she would tell him.
She would tell him why, she would tell him that she wanted him.
Him to take the sadness away.
She never hid anything for him.
Never.
Always when she had heard a good joke,
she would come running towards him.
She, laughing again because of the joke she was trying to tell.
Making him smile inside, even if he didn't catched the joke.
He never smiled openly,
he always hid everything for her.
Always.
When she was cold, she would take his hand.
Take his hand and use it to warm her own hands.
Giving him a hidden blush.
He always hid everything for her.
Always.
She was never late, always on time.
She never let him wait, because she knew.
That he always hid everything for her.
That he hid every tear.
Every smile.
Every worry.
But she knew.
Always.
He never expected her to dissapear.
She never planned on doing so.
His tears now in the open.
Only meant one thing.
She was gone.
Never,
coming back.
