Best Friends

All unfamiliar eyes flicker unthinkingly over her face. But one pair stops at the inconspicuous red rash at the corner of her left eye, a makeshift scar molded from shed tears and sculpted by a desperate hand. That hand assisted in shaping a smile that dissolves when it finds the sanctuary of solitude, yet appears once more when it finds a crowd. Only the smile's reflection knows its deceptive nature, but this pair of eyes is analogous of a detective's glass.

That's what best friends are for.