On the Spot

She had a slow smile, as if she had to reassure herself every time that happiness was permissible. This was the only clue she let by that showed what she was like deep inside: so conscious of herself that she didn't know how she felt about anything anymore.
He noticed this when no one else did. He saw the hesitation in her eyes whenever a joke was told or someone humiliated themselves for the sake of humor. He wanted to fix this. He wanted to take away her inhibitions and her make her smile - laugh, even- without her giving a second thought.


*I got the first line in my head, then the rest just came. Probably won't go any farther than this. I'll post the others that I actually have written down tomorrow, like I've been saying for the past week and a half.