A/N: My first SWAC story. Start the epic music. But stop it, cause this isn't faaantastic… its just… meh… but you shall read and review, because that what cool people do:) okay… shut up now and write…
You hate the lies.
You hate them with every freaking fiber of your being. You hate what the lies do. They ruin you. They break you tear you down, a little by little, piece by piece. You're not you anymore. She thinks she knows you top to bottom. She's wrong. YOU don't even know you anymore.
You're standing on the other side of a foggy window. You can trace whatever story you want on the cold glass; it doesn't matter. No one knows the story. Because it's yours. You are the author, you are in control. She only see's half the story, and that's the half you decide to tell her. You can keep drawing more and more pictures in the fog; she'll never know the faces you make are fictional. For once you're in complete control. All your secrets, all your lies, they're locked away in a place only you have the key to.
You hate the lies.
You hate them with every freaking fiber of your being. You hate what the lies do. You hate what they do to HER. The honesty in her eyes? The openness in her arms? That's not faked. You know that. It breaks you a little more every day. The cracks are growing longer, deeper, every "I'm fine" crumbling your emotionless face a little more. The thought that your dam might break hangs over your head every second. The very idea terrifies you. You're on your guard. Every second. Every day.
You hate the lies.
You hate them with every freaking fiber of your being.
A/N: sorry it's so short! I just kinda wanted to test out what you guys like around here… if you liked, PLEASE REVIEW. If you hated PLEASE REVIEW. I just want to know:) love you!