She has always been good at hiding things from the people around her. Growing up, she has become proficiently skilled in hiding her thoughts, her feelings,
her desires, her scars, her secrets, and her past.
Lie to Me and its characters are creations of Samuel Baum and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox. Unfortunately they are not mine.
A/N: An older story that i finally had edited. So some of you may have seen it already.
Thank you to my lovely Beta: Starbuck0322 {{HUGS}}
1. Fake
She has become an expert at faking a laugh; while deep down inside she is secretly dying.
She has mastered her walk and posture to exude dignity, grace and confidence, to those around her.
She will never believe it though, not for a single second, that she actually possesses those qualities.
She has perfected her smile. No one would guess that it has taken her years of practice, which enables her to fake it to perfection.
She has become so good at hiding and faking, that those around her think she is the definition of perfect innocence.
They put her on a pedestal; look to her to fix all their problems, like she is Mother Fuckin' Superior!
Sometimes it becomes to much, that she just wants to scream.
Genuine, happy, bubbly...
Sunshine, lollipops and fucking rainbows; that is what people associate with Gillian Foster.
She wants to tell them that she isn't perfect; she isn't innocent.
She wants so badly; to get down off that fucking pedestal and tell them they are wrong.
She isn't happy.
She isn't okay.
She's dying inside and wants to make it stop; make the pain go away, erase her past, and get him to notice her, to see her.
Really see her.
She laughs ruefully.
Working with the best deception experts in the world and even they can't tell she is lying, faking it; pretending!
...Or maybe he can...
Maybe he is respecting that bloody line.
For once she wishes he would break their self-imposed rules and step across the line.
Shake the truth out of her... All of her truth! And then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone, burdened and drowning in the secrets of her past.
Maybe one day she will tell him...Everything.
But not today, today she will keep on faking. She'll fix her smile as she glides down the corridor of The Lightman Group; head held high, perkiness lacing her voice,
as she jokes with him about something.
Today, maybe just being around him is enough to keep her demons at bay.
Maybe.
But then again...
Maybe not.
Comments always appreciated. Constructive or otherwise :)