False belief is an illusion. It can also act as a memory shifter; believing what you want to believe. Our brain is a camera and false belief is photoshop. …We take pictures with our eyes and false belief can just edit every little detail until it is an entirely different image. Our brain is a powerful thing, as people have told you before. It can suppress memories, making you forget, another cause of false belief. But remember…false belief does not have any qualities of lying.
Memories played of his mind of last Christmas. They were so happy; they were perfect.
She's still here. I know she is. She's coming back. I know she is.
His reality was shattering an inch by the hour. He was on the verge of tears, hanging loosely in his hand was a picture of them. Even the picture showed they were perfect. Why wasn't she home yet?
Her smile. That's all he could think about. Her beautiful golden locks, her laughter; everything about her drove him crazy. He knew from the first day he met her she was indeed 'troublesome' but…special. One day she was going to be the death of him.
They never said I love you. They weren't at the stage of openly admitting it to one another but were thinking about, nearly slipped one time, on both sides.
Where is she?
He promised himself if she walked through that door he finally tell her he loved her. It was long overdue and she deserved more than that, more than him.
False belief is a state of mind; it could be ones escapism from the truth, though it is not a lie. False belief can be broken but only by the user's will; breaking false belief is nothing but accepting the truth, this is called disillusionment. Sometimes circumstances breaks it, other times people break it for you and all the times the user breaks it.
Hours later, nothing changed. The door remained the same but the house looked more gloomy; dead. As Shikamaru lay crying he could only imagine her calling him 'crybaby' repeatedly, which didn't help. She was gone. Never coming back. Ever. She left him. In actuality, he knew.
He never heard the phone ring because of his crying. Ino left a message on the answer machine, reminding him of the date and time of Temari's funeral.
For my closing statement, in the words of House and, now, myself, everybody lies. Including false belief.
A/N: I was staring at a dictionary and absentmindedly listening to cars drive across the highway when I came up with this story. The word I was staring at was disillusionment. It sorta just flowed by itself. I almost cried once I wrote the end...which is weird...review please.