She just looked straight ahead with a light bothering that light was just the screen of her illustrious cell phone, and started thinking:
- Is all this worth it?
An intriguing and disturbing thought came to her mind. While she was intense in Her thoughts, and on the screen of her illustrious cell phone. She had pages of books and, again, She thought:
- I hate reading books on my cell phone! In a tense and disturbing thought.
But deep down, She wanted to leave that place, leave everything behind, and just think of a future with no future, but She knew couldn't do it, because it would affect her plans for the future that she had thought and planned. She was afraid of the outside world, but was more afraid to stay, because in the same place where She lived there was also a monster, with a malicious smile, tired-looking appearance and with lies on the tip of your tongue, and unfortunately with all the power around you.
He was undoubtedly a great psychopath with a reputation for being a "good boy". But in that mobile screen illustration, She planned to just run away from reality, and try to dive into those pages of books, because She knew that he would always win, and everyone would be against Her.
-What was the secret she kept? What was the secret he created?
Everyone asked that, all four people knew about it, but did they believe it? It was hard to believe in a painful, sad secret that consumed her, and made him more and more powerful with it. She was known for her objective thoughts and clear, he for his character, both had characteristics, some better, some worse.
He said that she at that time had a fertile imagination, She cried in deep despair, She knew she would never forget that day that became known as " the day of truth", and he walked away as if nothing had happened.
All She could think about was the pain and the betrayal, because the person didn't believe her secret, she thought she was crazy, her thoughts were screaming, She thought about running away or taking a back road.
She had morbid thoughts, a darkness consumed her every day, hour, minute and second, her mind screamed. And poor her, she just wanted to sleep.
It wasn't about her or him, it was about the truth.