Lisa’s POV
I didn't know what to feel anymore.The pain I felt would not let go. I felt that kind of hurt that cuts right back through the protective layers of maturity. I opened the faucet and rinsed my face, trying so hard to resist the tears that were pricking my eyes. How could he lie to me? I thought we were friends. I thought he trusted me. The silly thing is that when I saw him everything seemed whole, whimsical and perfect.
His words and actions are parallel to each other. The moments we shared, were they also a lie? The untold tears he wiped from my eyes, was he faking affections? I was confused..It's like I was rubbing salt into my open wounds just thinking about everything. I wish everything was just a nightmare and when I wake up he would be beside me holding my hand not as t
