Delicate

two truths and a lie

☆: *.☽ Cassandra ☆: *.☽

"No one heard, not a single word was heard"

April 23, 2005

I grew up alongside the saying 'the truth will out'. My mam lived by it, she was convinced that the world punished liars. I however thought the saying was bullshit. The truth did the opposite.

The truth hurt.
The truth deceived.

And honestly did anything but 'out'. At least in my case. It might've in some cases, those cases being the rich, the powerful and the admired. Three things I wasn't, nor would I ever be.

It was that knowledge that made my stomach churn with envy. I'd finally met the human form of an angel, otherwise known as Adeline Kavanagh. She was all of the things needed to have the truth on her side. She was rich, powerful, and admired. I was fairly certain that she could be mistaken for a disney princess, I mean, birds probably flew in her window at the sound of her voice.

If jealously were a disease then I would be put in quarantine. I think my envy was part of why I couldn't be friends with her, or at least why I pushed her away. She was kind to me, a real, from the heart, genuine kindness with a story that mirrored mine, yet I couldn't give her my friendship.

I wanted to blame it on my trust issues, but it wasn't that. I trusted Adeline, I trusted her a whole lot. She'd get us justice, she'd fight, I was sure of that. Which meant it had to be envy, it was practically taking over my body, replacing the red blood coursing through me with green.

People believed her, I heard it in the hallways, in class, in the shops. Her voice was loud enough for people to listen to while mine was muffled by the hand permanently clamped over my mouth—his hand.

While the truth brought her to light, it painted me dark. The truth made me mean but it was the lies that ripped the air from my lungs and my heart from my chest.

The lies made me spew venom.
The lies made me build walls.
The lies blurred the truth.

My truth.

For some reason, even knowing all these facts, I was stood outside Theo's front door. The gate was wide open so I strolled right up and gave the door a swift knock. I didn't know why I was here. I'd ran out on him last time, unable to let him see the truth.

The door swung open and my eyes connected with Mia's.

"So he didn't scare you off for good?" She smirked.

"Um, is he home?" I blurted out, a sense of desperation burning inside me.

"Theo! Your girlfriend's at the door!" She yelled over her shoulder before turning back to me. "He's a good guy y'know. Don't hurt him." And with that she disappeared back into the house.

I stood there with flushed cheeks as Theo emerged in the door way. His hair was messy and he wore plaid pyjama pants and a grey jumper.

"Hey," he smiled. "I wasn't expecting you."

"I was a bitch," I blurted out. "The other day, I was mean, I know that now."

"Maybe you were," he nodded along. "But I feel like I also messed up. Maybe the whole thing was all too much."

"You didn't," I shook my head, "mess up that is. I just... I have secrets, Theo. The kind you want to keep hidden."