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Carmen Valentine was one the most fakest woman that he had ever met , not in a way that some women were with their false personas and their sweet lies that tried to tie a man down so they could have a taste of the good life , no matter how low they had to make themselves be.
No , she wasn't fake in a vanity way. She wasn't obsessed with her hair or painting her nails for everyday of the week, and neither did she dress to impress unless she had a reason to do so.
It was in the way that she lied not only to herself but to those around her so easily , as though hiding her pain had become like breathing to the girl .
She had been hanging around them for long enough that Axl , well familiar with the signs of suppressed pain and anger , suffering in the way the light seemed to dim more and more everyday .
He recognised the cold aura of depression that clung to her pale skin because he too had been carrying around a cloud of misery for so long that it was like looking in a blackened mirror at himself and seeing her face staring back at him.
Only they weren't close , not really , they weren't friends in the way that time could only call two people who spent most of their life together .
He had know her for a little less than six months but he recognised the signs and noticed the way that she was hiding her misery by acting out and pushing those who she should be able to call friends away.
Micheal and Lucy didn't seem to notice the way that their once full of life singer didn't seem to speak unless spoken to anymore , even then she would only reply with small mumbles or blank stares .
