"please don’t lie to me." ( from Caius, of course )
𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 uncertainty with her statement, and yet she didn’t budge from her seat or shift from her stance. Rather, she continued further after placing her hand on her heart, as if pledging that everything spoken was the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. “I swear, I’m not lying,” the words are nearly spoken through laughter, something that was often missing during their conversations. It was much needed, as far as she can tell, as she leans back into her seat, hands dropping to either side of her drink. The heavier conversations helped ease the burdens they both drudged through, as odd as that seemed. She unloaded many of her concerns, many of her lingering thoughts, and the fears that churned in her stomach. In return, he offered succinct words of wisdom, most of which she didn’t want to hear, but took in regardless. There was a time and place for that. On that night, she figured they could use something a bit different and that came in the form of an anecdote from her current place of employment. A story that he found challenging to believe, insisting she was fabricating a tall tale just for the night. Another shake of her head followed from his plea, assuring him once more that every word was true by reciting it again. “It could have been a lot worst. Could have been a lot better too. I have to admit, it was fun to watch on my end. He literally flipped head over feet, lost his pants mid-air, and mooned the entire office.”
@atlassouled • M E M E ( accepting )
