#romanxsimon

            That was all it took. Days of gloom seemed to disappear the moment Simon spoke to her. For several seconds, she seemed to forget that her mood had lessened to something so much less than what she was accustomed to showing to the world around her. Her smile had all but vanished from pale features. Perhaps it was stress? That, she wasn’t so certain of. Even in the face of extreme stress, Melanie had always managed to keep a positive expression upon her face but, as of late, she felt heavy—she felt as if, suddenly, everything around her had become too much.

            ”Simon,” she whispered while setting down the pen she’d been writing with. They hadn’t known one another for very long, but she couldn’t deny the comfort that she’d seemed to feel whenever she managed to be in his presence. With oversized sleeves flapping about, the tiny girl bounced over to the male and practically tackled him onto her bed. In retrospect, it was a rather funny scene—someone her size attempting such a thing—and, maybe, that was what aided the smile slowly forming on her lips, coaxing it to life and brightening sullen features.

                        ”I like when you smile.”