the girl with the sad eyes

A Story by impuls

She quirked her lips in an ironic smile that never reached the pain in the sea blue of her gaze, and she cocked her head and gently said, "I broke my own heart, and his too I'll wager."

They watched her move through life. The girl with the sad eyes in a too thin face and the out of control hair floating around. And the time passed, and they watched, and though she learned to smile again, her eyes never healed.

It passed, one day, that one of them found the courage to ask, "Who was he? The one who broke your heart?"

She quirked her lips in an ironic smile that never reached the pain in the sea blue of her gaze, and she cocked her head and gently said, "I broke my own heart, and his too I'll wager."

Her eyes were far away and where she went they could never follow. "Some things once broken can never be mended." Tears gathered in her eyes but she willed them from falling. "Love makes no difference when paths diverge too far, and though it never fades, neither will two fates intertwine for a soft kiss on a bed of blue again."

She raised a hand to her eyes and tossed the unshed tears away. She smiled brightly at them and proclaimed, "I'll not cry for him again."

And she continued through life with the lying smile and the sad eyes, the wild hair and the too thin face, quietly aware of the happiness that always seemed to pass her by.