The FairThe autumn breeze lifted my raven colored hair, brushing strands across my face. It was a warm day, with a bitter breeze that loomed about, nipping at my cheeks and fingers, turning them pink. The yellow golden sun hung overhead, dripping rays of light across the cramped fair. Even though it was crowded , I still enjoyed it every year. Watching little kids with balloons loosely wrapped around their wrists, their eyes holding a joy that could be passed on with a glance. They reminded me how to smile. And sometimes I really needed that.The Fair3 years ago in Romance
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Everyone at the fair wore a smile, for as long as I can remember. Kids on the rides, toddlers on their parents shoulders, teens running around the fun houses, just everyone. Sometimes it hurt to watch. Like now, as I watched a young man win a stuffed animal for his girl at a game booth. They looked so happy it hurt, sharing a silent, personal embrace. I stood alone.
Chewing my lip I walked on, pulling up my hood to protect my already red ears from the rel