I took this piece from the old Playground of Randomness site:
Her face is alight with a huge smile. Her eyes are brighter, glowing mischievously. Dressed in the usual skinnies and boots instead of the short dresses, she looks exactly like she did a year ago. Dark hair left opening and flowing, the usual denim book bag slung across her shoulder, Blackberry in the hand… You can’t really see the changes unless you look really close. There’s moments when she tenses, when the smile fades and her brows furrow into a frown. Those moments are when you see the girl that he’s changed her into. The broken, fragile pieces start to show through the cracks. She doesn’t bother to look his way- another thing that hasn’t changed. She’s chatty and bright, speaking to everyone but him. He returns the favor, not looking her way. He stays with his friends and she stays with hers. No one messes up that balance. And yet, despite the distance(or maybe because of it) she doesn’t seem to care. She looks good, happier; more carefree. You wouldn’t think that she had had her heart broken. You wouldn’t know that she still hurts despite the facade she puts on. But then again, that’s what she wants you to think. She has always been a master manipulator and this time is no exception.