There's a quick, quiet hitch of breath and the edges of her twinkle ridiculously for a moment - and somewhere in her all the questioning things she had managed to silence flare up again as bright and as loud as the color across her cheeks.
"When it is morning," she manages. "Perhaps I will still feel like smiling."
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There's a quick, quiet hitch of breath and the edges of her twinkle ridiculously for a moment - and somewhere in her all the questioning things she had managed to silence flare up again as bright and as loud as the color across her cheeks.
"When it is morning," she manages. "Perhaps I will still feel like smiling."