Liar
Summary: Disguise and deception are my only true companions. While they can handle the truth I feed them, you can only swallow the lies.
Warnings: minor language
Disclaimer: All material belongs to the rightful owners. I own D. Gray-man [in my dreams].
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It's always the same. Every new face, every conversation that takes place. I am the golden fruit with a blackened core. You see the beauty and grace of the outside but I'll never let you close enough to know the inside isn't so fair. It's a waste of time, these petty introductions. You will never accept me and I'll never give you the opportunity to try.
"Hello, I'm Allen Walker. It's a pleasure to meet you."
You are not actually meeting me. This smile is not mine. Those words are not mine. They are borrowed actions of one long past. You will never know me truly. You don't want to know the real me.
"It's great to meet you too, Allen."
Those are just words. How would it be great to meet someone who you know nothing of? It is funny how even the simplistic conversation that we accept as default pleasantries are so meaningless. You are not so happy to meet me. You don't know me. You never will.
"So you are new here to the Order?"
Welcome to this hell called home. Take one more step and you are forever sentenced to a life imprisoned. You may like it here, but I sure as hell don't. Either way, your next move is defining. Each step determines your future; I chose mine long ago. But that's a story you'll never hear and I'll never tell.
"Yes, I hope we'll be good friends."
Sorry, but I don't have friends. Yes, there are those who I surround myself with but, just like you, they don't know me. They see me, but they will never understand. Maybe you will join their ranks of unchanging faces, acknowledging my smile but never my truth.
"I hope so as well!"
If only you understood. If only I could tell. My mind is too broken, yours is too closed. Trust this smile, as fake as it is, because this is the closest to friendship you will ever get from me.
We part ways, I see you around. You greet me, I politely respond. Once you become a familiar face yourself, you take on the job of introducing me to more new members, but you have no place to do so. You never knew me to begin with.
Speak all you want, smile even more, my answer will remain the same: I'm better left alone.