And it was all a lie,” she started, “everything that escaped his lips was a lie. All the way from him saying ‘I had fun tonight’ to the three words exiting his mouth, 'I love you’. So there was no doubt in my mind that when he gave me that dazzling smirk and his voice was soft as he whispered, 'I miss you’, that it was a lie. All of it was a lie.
— J.B. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #32