fears / clifford

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"It's just hard, you know, having all those people, even family, to keep looking out for whenever you make a tiny mistake and just rubbing it all in your face all the time. I get just, so frustrated by it." she sighed out in anger.

"I get it. I mean, with my friends, I don't even know if I'm myself anymore. Whatever I do, I just get all these judgemental looks from them and I don't even know what to do anymore. They're just waiting for me to make a fool out of myself."

Then, she looked at me showing in her eyes, and smiled.

It wasn't one of those fake smiles that she always put on. She was great at faking it, masking her emotions and just sucking it up. But this time I was sure that she wasn't. It was real. Which was rare. She smiled at me. She was happy.

I smiled back, and we both took the same position we were in earlier, looking up above at the now slightly orange sky.

For God knows how long, we just layed there on the ground of a golf course we snuck into, and stared at the heavens, waiting for its plan.