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We must believe in And a smile

" You know, sometimes when you laugh, it sounds like you cry "

Camille smiled as he said that, a casual air, aimlessly accurate. Lola does not know what to do: net stop his laughter, his smile hangs hesitant. Gosh, he guessed, pesta internally Lola. I'm so transparent that? It is true that it will not, at this moment, especially with George. It is remote. And even when he is there by Lola, it is absent, he said nothing. It looks like a puppet. A scarecrow with a false heart, a heart that beats setbacks.

Camille and Lola met last year. She remembers it like it was yesterday, it was the first day of school: Camille Lola had rushed down a hallway of the university, apologized then presented, and since then, they were inseparable.

He told her pretty things, she made him laugh. His skin was soft and he smelled of peppermint. His hands were hot as a bread from the oven, but her laughter was chilled to the heart. A blow hot, blow cold one. Sometimes she just wanted him to be silent the rest of the time, does not see or hear it hurt too much to Lola. She wanted to shake him by the shoulders, telling him to stop being so good and beautiful, to be as wild and unstable. Anyway, it would not have taken seriously. He did not take seriously. She quickly began to tremble, to think about him all the time, for a song, a smell, a phrase she had read it somewhere. And when she realized it, she blamed herself terribly. It was a disrespect! A banging against the walls. She could hate in those moments. Think of it, while George is there any cons it! so close he could hear another boy love him ...

" It does not show too much, I hope? From the outside, I mean ... "

" No, do not worry, I'm the only "

Camille, the only one who can read Lola as an open book ... They continue to talk, to laugh. The tram arrives sliding along the sidewalk. It is time, time to say goodbye. Lola sighed softly, thinking of the night ahead. Camille takes the hand of Lola, the greenhouse slowly and his eyes are awfully tired. Lola gets on the tram, a bit dazed. They follow the gaze while the tram restarts.

But George stands behind Lola, he wanted to surprise him and wait at the station. He saw everything without understanding. After a few minutes, Lola turns around and looks at: the tears stream down his cheeks reddened and her makeup was a little cast. And thin.

He knows .