I don't actually know what this is. I just started writing and it kinda spilled out. I guess you could always call it a double drabble and 46 words :) Don't own Lie to Me.
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She sits there and stares out the window. Alone, always alone. Surrounded by hundreds of people, by friends, by colleagues. By Cal. Yet still alone. She notices for the first time it's raining outside and she scoots her chair closer to the window to watch. The raindrops fall onto her window, making a slow trail on their way down. Her tears fall, mirroring the raindrops. She's a mess, she can feel it. Her skirt is crooked; every piece of hair is out of place. Her makeup has run, black streaks making marks on her porcelain skin. And she feels perfect. Alone, but perfect. She hears the phone ring but refuses to answer it. This is her time, her time to be away from what she has to be. Of what she is expected to be. But then it rings again and she knows if she doesn't answer it he will come into her office and the illusion of Gillian Foster will be broken. And she can't let that happen. So she answers, puts on a cheery voice and then hangs up. She has 5 minutes. She stands up and heads towards her bag. She's gotten awfully good at this. By the 4 minute and 50 second mark she was perfect again. Her skirt had been neatened, her hair had been straightened and the makeup had been cleaned up. She was the Gillian Foster everyone knew and loved. She was the Gillian Foster she had always hated.