Lies and Us

"This is a mission. No feelings involved." he reassured himself as he met the writer for the first time.
"This is for the mission. No feelings involved." he told his boss as he quickly texted the writer twentieth time that day.
"Fuck the mission, the Cult, everything. I want him to be happy and safe. I will kill anyone if they even try to touch his shadow." he swore as he killed the last man outside of the writer's room.

"In the start when you were all cold and sophisticated, I wanted to know how you would look when you smile, when you worry for me , when you love me, whether or not you would ever cry for me. I wish I didn't know the answer. Maybe then I wouldn't have loved you so much. Maybe then this wouldn't hurt so much." the writer sobbed as he turned to leave his everything crying on his knees.
"I don't care about anything anymore. I want you. Anything in this world isn't worth leaving you." the spy whispered as he saw the man who claimed his heart and soul leave him.

What would you do if nothing in your story was real? What if everything was calculated way before it even happened? What would you do if the one whom you trusted isn't even real?