"Why did you hit me?" I asked, my expression showing confusion.
"Because you're the worst!" she retorted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
She was expecting a solution to her problems from me, but my response only served to make a fool out of her.
This time, I sensed that I had really went overboard with my jokes.
With a more matured mind, enriched by life's experiences, I chose to be the better person and do what was right.
"I'm telling you the truth, though," I insisted.
That's right!
The best course of action was to continue lying.
After all, I possessed the power to turn lies into truths at will, so why bother admitting ?
In essence, I embodied the truth itself.
If I were to claim that the moon was made of cheese and faced with accusations of lying, I wouldn't waste time apologizing for being wrong.
Instead, I'd just turn the moon into cheese.
