" A lie.
It's so beautiful.
It's so giving.
The perfect cover.
It is a shield that can prolong the amount of time it takes to discover your ugliness.
Your ugly words.
Your ugly actions.
Your ugly wits.
A lie.
The trouble that can cost one's respect.
One's joy.
One's life.
That one lie.
One lie can separate two people, a family, or even a country.
The trust of so many people can be tarnished by one facade that you keep for years.
A facade that you built as a guard.
That even after death, your facade doesn't get undone.
It's so powerful.
It's so omnipresent.
Have you ever kept that good of a facade?
He did.
He kept a facade.
A facade that was kept from everyone.
Even from his wife.
Even from his daughter.
What face could I show to tell them who he was?
What words could I have used to lie for him?
How could I just say it?
What he had done?
What he can never take back?
What face could I show to tell them that he made a deal with the Devil?
How can I tell them that he sold his soul to darkness?
To the worst possible person?
How can I tell them he was not the saint he was said to be?
That courage, the courage to say the truth never graced me.
And that is my biggest regret.
As I live in fear every day.
Waiting for his consequences to fall upon us all.
Waiting for the Devil to find us.
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Dom
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