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Sugarcoated bubble

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Chapter 1 - Prologue: The sweet lie

"They can't hurt you if you don't let them." A familiar refrain, a soothing mantra whispered in hushed tones, perhaps heard countless times - a shield against the sharp edges of the world. But was it true? Or just a comforting illusion, a fragile bubble waiting to burst?

There was no way of knowing. Maybe it was just a well-intentioned lie, a life preserver thrown to the drowning. In a world full of jagged edges and bitter truths, perhaps a sweet deception was the only way to stay afloat.

Just like him. He, the boy who carefully curated an image of sweetness, a confection of smiles and charming words laced with a subtle, poisonous undercurrent. It was a carefully crafted facade, a shield against prying eyes and probing questions—a way of keeping the world at arm's length, avoiding the painful sting of vulnerability.

He was a master illusionist, a puppeteer of his own emotions, skillfully manipulating the strings of his carefully constructed persona. A charming smile here, a witty remark there, all designed to distract from the darkness lurking beneath the surface.

But even the most elaborate disguises have their cracks, and his was no exception. Beneath the saccharine veneer was a hint of bitterness, a flicker of pain in his eyes that betrayed the carefully constructed illusion. It was a fleeting glimpse, a momentary lapse in the carefully choreographed performance. But it was enough to raise questions, to plant seeds of doubt in the minds of those who dared to look too closely.

Was it a conscious choice, this masquerade of sweetness? A deliberate act of self-preservation? Or was it simply a coping mechanism, a way to shield himself from the harsh realities of a world that had taught him to be wary of true connection?

He couldn't say for sure. Perhaps it was a bit of both—a complex tapestry woven from threads of fear, pain, and a desperate longing for acceptance. Whatever the reason, the result was the same: a boy wrapped in a sweet deception, a master of disguise hiding his true self behind a mask of sugary poison.