Title: It’s ok.
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Personal work.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Everyday illusions take their tole.
Note: Mood writing.

She turned her head and smiled, “No, it’s ok, really. I don’t mind.” It was getting all too easy to pretend, to say thing didn’t matter to her. Not like anyone cared enough to see through the lie, anyway.

No one knew that she had begun to rot away on the inside. Her emotions were dying and decaying, leaving only the shell which would all-too-soon crumble away at a single touch.

No. She was ok. She always was.

Though her eyes blindly gazed at the plastic divas on the screen, she knew nothing of their melodramatic woes. They were all hollow, empty, fake things; puppets that danced upon golden strings to the silent melody of tears.

Just like her.

The pale enamel slid on smoothly, masking the dead cells in a layer of sugary pink. Another illusion. The number of her deceits rivaled any magician’s repertoire.

Had the butterfly died within the cocoon?

“They’re so great. We always have so much fun together. I love the way…” The one she thought she loved tells her all about yet another person who’s better than her. They all were though, weren’t they? Everyone’s smarter than her, nicer than her, more talented than her. Better than she was. Even though she’d been steadfast and true, her loyalty was always outshone by someone new. She would always just smile, accept it. The one she thought she loved had never actually loved her, anyway. She wasn’t important to the one she thought she loved.

Or to anyone, really.

Sometimes, she wondered what they would think if she were to suddenly disappear. Would they miss her? She doubted they would even notice. How could they know she was gone when they never knew she was there in the first place?

Life should not be taken for granted.

Pages scattered across the room, blown by the wind. Once a letter to someone who would never care; the words scrawled on their surface would never be seen by any. A waste of time.

Unread words are best left unwritten.

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’m going to end up coming to see you this week. Sorry.” The one she thought she loved never bothered to give more reason than that. She knew the only reason was that the one she thought she loved just didn’t want to see her. She turned her head and smiled, “No, it’s ok, really. I don’t mind.”