Esoteric Paradise

Esoteric Paradise

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••• Lies, secrets, deception... but to who? Naïvety can be a subtle thing and can trip the victim at their feet unwillingly. In this case, it's gained the power of two more lives. Faye and Lucas are complicated as individuals, far more complicated than can be perceived to the naked eye. Sure, Faye is a girl living in a small town and she plays piano but she's untruthful. As for Lucas, his parents have a big reputation, he's forced into the small town but his untruthfulness has many more layers. Lies are twisted like vines but somehow misunderstandings are never uncovered. Misunderstandings do not exist within the lives of Faye and Lucas. You could consider it luck... or you could be wise and see it as skill on the behalf of Faye. In the end it won't make any difference anyway. Their ending is supposedly set in stone from the beginning- or rather, it's recorded words. Don't be naïve. ••• "I don't like liars." He deeply sighs, shaking his head with the ghost of a smirk hovering on his lips with such patronisation that it makes my skin crawl with a trail of fire. "As you've said before." "Then why are you lying?" "I don't believe I am." "Where have you been sneaking off to every Tuesday night?" I look up to him and watch the thoughts curl through his mind as if it's a movie. With one last blink, he smiles. But it's not a sweet smile, it's not a smile I enjoy looking at. It's cruel and conniving and it's the same smile I have seen ever since I met him. "And I thought we weren't getting involved with each other's business?" He steps back. A sudden panic shocks electricity through my heart. "Don't walk away from me, Lucas," I warn, watching as he begins to back away. "Answer me." "That's not something I can do." •••
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