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Her burnt orange hair that had oftentimes reminded others of the sunset, hung loosely above her shoulders, flailing along with the wind as that one came for a visit. Her pits of happiness stood out under the sunshine, alongside her acne-scarred skin, that had reminded her of her teenage years, never leaving as she hoped it would. The girl gazed at her own reflection, examining the features that were engraved in the water beneath her.

The warm star shone with casual elegance in the sky, its rays hitting the lake and highlighting it perfectly. Careless splatters of water could be heard not so far away from Manon, belonging to no other but the two actors she knew so well, who were in the midst of a scene. The girl looked at the two as they messed around in the lake, feeling a hint of a smile creep onto her face. She smiled to herself in the end, but not because of the scene, or the breathtaking view of the lake that spread out in front of her, but because of her exchange with Timothée the previous day.

The kiss was stuck in her head, replaying itself over and over again without permission. Manon couldn't stop thinking about the curly-headed boy and about the extraordinary way he made her feel. She wondered how their next conversation would go. If they'd speak about it, or simply solve the situation with one look or action as they seemed to be doing so far along. 

Though confessing to each other in the form of action, the two hadn't spoken about it. Shortly after they kissed, they made their way back to set before anyone could notice, and later that day were accompanied home by Armie, creating little space for them to talk about what had happened. Perhaps it was for the better, she thought. Maybe they both needed some time to let everything sink in. 

Manon also couldn't help but also wonder if Timothée reacted the same way she did, if he spent the majority of his night awake, replaying the scenario in his head, smiling to himself in the deep shadows of his room. If he had access to her brain, he'd answer yes to her in a heartbeat, but she had no way of knowing what he experienced, so she was left with the assumption, that hopefully, he did. 

She was beyond thankful for the kiss. Not only did she find out the boy she cared for so much cared for her, too, but she felt as if a heavyweight was lifted off of her, and she could finally breathe and be fully herself without worrying about everything. 

The girl looked down at her journal with a satisfied smile, before delving into yet another entry. Though her journal started as nothing but an assignment describing the magic of film-making, it ended up meaning so much more to her. Manon found a way to integrate her feelings into her assignment. 

Writing about her feelings always served as a coping mechanism for her, yet she feared doing it so straight-forwardly, knowing that there was always a chance someone would find it and embarrass her, or worse, use her feelings to their advantage. So instead, she opted to subtly talking about her feelings in her works. 

Manon found unique ways to describe her feelings in ways no one else would understand and had grown close to her journal, for, in times of struggle, she wrote about Timothée in between the lines. When she struggled to confess to him, she confessed to her journal, instead. 

"What are you smiling about"? The girl lifted her head, meeting the eyes of the boy she knew so well, feeling confused as to how he managed to make his way to her so silently, yet realizing that perhaps she was at fault for being so concentrated in her thoughts, rather than her surroundings.