on the bridge was standing a girl in a red dress. she was smiling, however her smile didn’t at all resemble a human one. it was as if someone had drawn and a smile on an otherwise lifeless face and dead eyes. she looked like a drawing of a preschooler. that smile did not hold any substance. but yet, it seemed like that smile had been engraved upon her face. like someone had sewn it there and she couldn’t get rid of it, despite how beyond tired of it she was.
her blank expression however, strangely didn’t hold much of a substence either. it looked like that face did not simply reflect indifference but it was not there at all. again it looked something like a drawing or simply someone’s imagination of what she would have looked like.
