Lying was a game that he had mastered, or so he thought.
Maybe it was his cunning smile, or the slight tilt of his lips. Or possibly the slight shadow that passed through his gray eyes. His words were of silk and smoothness, and only the most observable could tell whether his words were truthful.
He liked the obscurity, the fact that no one could figure him out.
Sometimes he wanted to tell the truth. But he swallowed the words with a shot of whiskey or something stronger. He came to realize the truth made some people weaker.
BINABASA MO ANG
Of Kings and Queens
Proză scurtăShe frowned. He smirked. She partied to forget. He drank to drown the pain. Her flaws controlled her. His flaws destroyed him. And then, they collided.
