What happens when you lie?
Does it matter what you are lying about and why?
Are there consequences so major that it costs you a life?
For some it costs love which they never knew they needed and can get from the one person that they put on stake...
It's currently around 10:30 in the morning of a spring Wednesday. I am tapping my fingers on the smooth surface of the folder laying in my lap in an anxious manner, waiting for my name to be called. I've prepared the best I can for this interview which is needed to be cleared to get me admission in my dream University.
As I'm looking out the window at the tree with fresh leaves hanging off of it loosely, I hear my name being called. I gather all the confidence which I aspired to have and enter the office.
A man wearing a suit, who looked like he was in his mid forties, was sitting with my portfolio in hand, reviewing it. I sat across from him with my back straight and a polite expression on my face, but hell, I was so anxious.
He then looked up and stared at me, examining every inch and started to ask me a couple of questions. Mainly about why I wanted to study in this university and why I should be given a chance to do so. I tried my best to show no hints of nervousness on my face while answering, and it seemed to have worked that way.
Finally the train of questions came to an end and he smiled at me politely and told me that I've done a good job. I was oh so happy to hear that!
He said that I'd be notified if my application was approved.
I thanked him and took my leave from his office. The moment I stepped out of it, I sighed a breath of relief and hoped that I would make it.
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I am currently in a state of pure joy as I'm making my way to the reception.
This morning I got the email confirming that I got the admission with a brochure attached to it.
There was a last process remaining which was needed to be done in the end. It included filling a form, which would state the major and minor subjects that you are opting for, and the payment of fee.
Now I'm standing at the reception desk, trying to catch the lady's attention from the work that she was doing, to ask for the form. As I am waiting for the receptionist to hand me the form, I feel someone's presence behind me. I take a look over my shoulder and see that it's a guy with fluffy brown hair and a towering stance, looking towards his right and patiently waiting for his turn behind me in the line.
I could only see his sharp jawline and left ear from the angle his head is tilted right now. He looks too good to be standing there.
As this thought comes to my mind, I suddenly feel awkward at how much time it's taking to find the form. Fortunately the lady has the form out by this time and is giving it to me. I take the form and walk to the sitting area to fill it.
As I'm filling in my details I can hear a smooth honey like voice in the background, "where is the admission interview going on?". I look up to see that it's the guy who was standing behind me in the line, asking to the receptionist. He has his backpack slung to only one of his shoulder and a hand in his pocket while the other rests on the counter. From the back, his body seemed slightly swaying as he was shifting his weight from one foot to another.
