She smiles and says shes fine

Greasy hair, chapped lips, puffy eyes and memories of Rory's hands on her hips as she swayed the night away, that was how the very hungover and very emotional Talé started the morning. Outside was distinctly more bright than usual even though British weather was true to form and everything was dripping with dew in the fresh morning air. The morning was as beautiful as Talé herself although she never ever saw herself in any light other than the one she had herself painted in. Even when she was hungover and ready to all but throw herself into oncoming traffic no one could deny Talé was beautiful. She was the kind of girl that was as beautiful as they come- so much so that mere words cannot translate her beauty. She was the girl everyone wanted to be or be friends with, even though she would rather be anyone else. The problem with Talé is that behind those long lashes and piercing green eyes hides secrets and stories of late night horrors, of vomiting and knives and blood and tears. Behind her red lips and dazzling smile is a body that, when completely vulnerable, shows how much Talé makes herself suffer every single day. Nobody knows that Talés deepest darkest secret is that, she smiles and says shes fine.