February 25, 1888 — Padmore Park
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on
— Bad Day, by Daniel Powter —
By and large, Tessie was a quiet and unassuming sort of woman. She always tried to wear a smile, though never untruthfully so. To portray herself as something she wasn't, whether that meant overly cheerful or overly gloomy, usually brought unwanted attention, and a proper woman never attracted unneeded attention to herself. Something today, however, was different.
After enjoying a cup of tea in the morning, Tessie had ventured out for a walk in Padmore Park. Unlike the soft, pleasant expression she usually wore, her features were pulled downwards into a gloomy frown. It went further than that, though; it seemed like her skin had grayed and her hair had flattened, leaving her looking like a dull figure in an otherwise bright portraits.
She tried to force a smile back onto her face, but it didn't seem possible! What had gotten into her? This was completely out of the norm, and she didn't personally feel any less happy than usual?
As she concentrated all of her focus on fixing her unpleasant expression, her cheeks became the only bright hue on her entire body—and when she walked so close to someone that she almost struck them, her cheeks brightened even more.
"Please forgive me!" she chirped... only it didn't come out as chirpy. She even sounded depressed!
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