Double agent?

She always had this nagging feeling of being not quite right.
Not that she said or did anything wrong; it was more the whole essence of her. The fact that she always wore a smile.
Not a fake one, but a genuine happy face. Her happiness was in every fiber, and everything she did was really heartfelt.

It was just that most people regarded her happiness and attitude as a sneaky façade.
Nobody could be so happy and agreeable without a hidden agenda!

But she was.

Okay, she was not this blond, but who doesn’t dye her hair from time to time?

She was through and through the happy, kind person she seemed to be. And yet that wasn’t enough.
They never really trusted her.

And in the end, that was her greatest sadness.

It’s funny how you have to pretend to be something you’re not.
Even if it is to make yourself more scary.


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