A simple request. A few activated muscles. A change in appearance. A means of communication. An interaction between people. A way to make others happy.
But it was so much more than that.
This smile. This twitch of my lips would not be so easy, so meaningless. It would end me. It would brand me. It would relinquish myself to them.
To keep my soul, I had to resist.
Inspired by artist Kuvshinov-Ilya’s ‘Smile‘ from Deviantart.