Wendy always smiles. She is always rainbows and lollipops and hugs and kisses. She laughs and plays and loves without regret, without fear. People love her because she is happy and that makes them happy. She lives so that others may see that the people are inherently good and great, and that the world is inherently good and great.

Only one person has ever heard her cry. His name is Jonathan.

He did not intend to be the only person to ever hear Wendy cry, as he huffed up the eight flights of stairs (damn elevator was busted), fumbling with his keys and his grocery bags about to slip out of his arm. He had talked to his neighbor plenty of times, but he always felt a bit annoyed by the end of their conversations. Wendy was too perfect in his opinion and that the young woman needed to be brought back down to earth where she belonged.

He had started the final flight when he saw her, sitting on a step nine above him reading a letter with trembling hands.

"Oh, hello Johnny," a smile was plastered on Wendy's face, but Jonathan saw her fa├žade cracking and about to crumble off, "Do- do you need any help with your groceries?"

"No, I'll be fine," Jonathan awkwardly walked passed her and through the stairwell door. That was when he heard her sobbing.

He cringed and contemplated returning to Wendy and letting her cry into his shoulder until all her tears were gone. But his mother's favorite saying rattled in his head, 'If someone is trying to hide their tears, it is noble to pretend you do not notice them.' He ignored his neighbor's tears and continued on to his apartment; Wendy's business was her business. Anyway, no one likes to see a clown cry.


author's note: Jonathan's mother's favorite saying comes from this quote by Lemony Snicket, "When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them."