apathetic liar
[[ alice lysander ]]
She could lie to herself, couldn't she? She could pretend that James was Lysander, instead of James being James. Any little similarity she could find between the two of them—which wasn't much—she'd magnify and blow out of proportion until they became nothing but who she wanted to see them as.
It wasn't nice, but that was how she coped.
James didn't have Lysander's downy blond hair, or his wide blue eyes, or his quiet demeanor. But James was a guy, and he was as built as Lysander, and they had the same set of lips, although James' was always curved up in a smirk or a grin.
And James had held her close, when Lysander didn't.
She'd coped like that for a while, until James found out the truth last Christmas. And then she'd told Lysander, because she'd thought 'Might as well', but it hadn't worked out, had it?
So she lied to herself this Christmas, although she couldn't help her eyes always straying to him.
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a face on a lover with a fire in his heart
a man undercover but you tore me apart
now i've found a real love
you'll never fool me again
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