"It’s a nice day to start again."
SENTENCE PROMPTS MEME.
Wide eyed gaze settles on her features. Open and vulnerable as he has been in the midst of foolish performance and dafts attempts to conceal the inner workings from the one who knows him best. There is no going back. There is no return. No switch to snap them back into the better times, when the bond of their unique friendship has been strong and pure. He feels blue and the burden increased on his shoulders. Uncertain what to say, calculating the words the voice inside his head juggled with. He could confront her with his own view of reality, almost suspects her to know the same. He doesn't. The gaze drops, away so she will not become first hand witness of the first lie he tells her.
"Yes, Echo. It's a nice day to start again."









