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Healing The Broken Smile

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Ludwig used to always wonder why Feliciano smiled.

A lot of the time he was carefree, happy, joyful, sweet, caring, and considerate. He was bubby and kind, and always had a smile on his face. He was bouncy and energetic, and acted as if there was nothing to ever fear or to be hurt over.

Ludwig wondered how he could be like that.

Feliciano had grown up in an abusive household in a little place just outside of Florence, Italy. He was the younger brother of a set of twins, with a superstitious mother who insisted that the twins were a bad omen, two demons that would ultimately bring about her demise. She insisted they be sent away, and when their father didn't comply, she would recklessly try to harm them. Feliciano and his twin brother still both have many scars from what had happened, scars that were always in plain sight.

One specifically, across his left cheek.

It was faded, yes, a vague trace of what it once was. Tanned, almost non-existent it was. But it was there. And Ludwig always saw it.

He knew Feliciano saw it too.

It was one of those things. Whenever he saw himself in a mirror, it was so brief that Ludwig hadn't noticed it a lot, but he would stop and stare. Sometimes, if given more time, he would trace a finger along side of it, as if remembering the blood that spilled from it. He looked at if as if it were a sin, a marking of his regrettable birth. It always marked his near smooth complexion, standing out ever so slightly in its own, odd way. If you weren't focusing hard then you'd never see it, but if you did it was there. And once you saw it, you never stopped.

Ludwig wondered how he could smile after his own mother tried to murder him.

The scar was a reminder, a memoir of what has long since passed. Ludwig always tried to figure out how, just how he could smile after seeing it, every, single, time.

But he never got an answer.

He didn't want to press.

He didn't want to hurt him anymore than he'd already been hurt.

He never got an answer because he never asked.

Feliciano smiled always, talking, laughing, waving his hands like there wasn't a care in the world. He spoke fluently, carefully, not an ounce of sadness inside of his heart.

Or at least, as far as Ludwig could tell.

Ludwig loved Feliciano.

He wanted him to be happy.

Truly happy.

But Ludwig didn't know how to let him.

Feliciano acted as if he never noticed the way Ludwig worried, but he always did. He always noticed the strained gazes, and his icy blue eyes locked on that simple scar marking his left cheek. What Ludwig didn't know, was that it bothered Feliciano more when he looked.

Feliciano pretended it wasn't there, because he was happy. Feliciano pretended it didn't exist because he was already truly happy. Ludwig had made that all possible for him.

Ludwig helped him forget the painful memories.

Ludwig did more for Feliciano than he ever realized.

The reason Feliciano could still smile was because Ludwig had picked up the pieces and put it all back together. When he was down, he picked him up, when he fell, he caught him, when all hope seemed lost, he restored it.

So even though the scars remained, he could still smile. He could still act as if it was never there. He could still be happy, truly happy, because of what he'd done.

Ludwig Beilschmidt was the only one who could find all of the pieces, and close the wound.

Ludwig was the only one who could heal his broken smile, and scars.

And he'd done just that, in the most beautiful way.

Love.
GerIta...<3

I'm not entirely happy with this one, but ah well. Might as well post it anyway~ <333 I really am loving this 'No Dialogue' style of writing XDDD

There. Happy :I :heart:

So, enjoy everyone!

Type 'Heal' if you read the Author's Note!~

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Awwwwwwwww >3< So sweet!