That Face When Memes Novels & Stories

He has a scowl which is normally there, when he isn't scowling he's laughing. "You alright there bud?" I ask trying to break the awkward silence. I retract my hand from the window and roll it up. "Yeah I'm fine... Why?" His face twists into a laughable meme. Like he ate a million lemons and the caption is, Bitch dafuq? (Bitch the fuck?!) "I don't know felt right to ask, you looked like someone murdered your puppy," I shrug not entirely knowing what to say. And considering that I lack communication skills, I'm doing quite well. But I'm pretty sure my social battery is now half empty.

Reminding me of the look on my mom's face whenever she was bothered or disappointed. I always stare at people’s face, not that it was a hobby or a thing of mine, its not that I felt great when I look at people's eyes and its definitely not a habit either. I just like seeing expressions, different set of reactions whether it was a faked smile to hide pain, a laugh of bitterness, a hint of unnerving jealousy or a poker faced response. It would always bring a wave of excitement and an unending thrill to my boring life.

And then… nothing. I force a smile. A painful smile. — I always thought those images in my head were dreams… An illusion to escape the pain. He flinches. I see it. A crack in the mask. A tremor. An emotion. His gaze changes. Barely, but enough. As if he is listening to me for the first time. — You remember… what? he asks. His voice is deep but wavers slightly. I close my eyes. And the memories return. Clearer. More real.