Swallowing lies
Title: Swallowing lies
Characters: Soifon
Rating: G
Summary: She's never been good at honesty.
Genre: General
“I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me.” ― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
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“I don't think about you anymore,” she says to nothing.
Soifon sits in the grass, and the sky is star-struck above her, blooming white and silver and blue, like it's on fire from the inside. There's a fire burning inside her, too, deep in someplace between her heart and breastbone. It lights her up like a candle.
“I wrote letters,” she continues. She drinks more wine and swallows her lies.
“I wrote letters that weren't meant to be sent,” and this is more of a confession than truth, something closer to lies or guilt than actual truth. She's never been good at honesty.
(And who needs honesty, when you live in secrets and the ephemeral dawn of night? Nothing and no one).
The world tips a little, earth and sky smashing into one another, like two friends suddenly reunited. Soifon laughs at them.
“I don't think about you anymore,” she slurs.
She's never been good at honesty.
Characters: Soifon
Rating: G
Summary: She's never been good at honesty.
Genre: General
“I lie to myself all the time, but I never believe me.” ― S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders
________________________________________
“I don't think about you anymore,” she says to nothing.
Soifon sits in the grass, and the sky is star-struck above her, blooming white and silver and blue, like it's on fire from the inside. There's a fire burning inside her, too, deep in someplace between her heart and breastbone. It lights her up like a candle.
“I wrote letters,” she continues. She drinks more wine and swallows her lies.
“I wrote letters that weren't meant to be sent,” and this is more of a confession than truth, something closer to lies or guilt than actual truth. She's never been good at honesty.
(And who needs honesty, when you live in secrets and the ephemeral dawn of night? Nothing and no one).
The world tips a little, earth and sky smashing into one another, like two friends suddenly reunited. Soifon laughs at them.
“I don't think about you anymore,” she slurs.
She's never been good at honesty.