A smiling blade.
You meet the world with a smile so consistent people forget to check if it's real. Underneath the pleasantries and the light teasing is a grief you refuse to hand anyone else to hold. You'll comfort someone through their worst day while carrying something heavier and never mention it. The Eye sees behind the smile: the composure isn't peace. It's a blade you keep sheathed so no one sees how sharp the loss made you.
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