What if and only if, you wake up one day and discover that the good life that you lived so far was just a dream, and in reality, you are a murderer. What if your encounter is fake, and you are fake, your emotions, your family, your friends, everything is just so not real. Of course, you won't know how to react, you will just keep doing what you do best, lie, and pretend goodness.
Nothing is fair, you make it fair or unfair. Being your best version depends on how you react to every cramp that hurts you. Sometimes you can't just be your best version, the worst one feels more comfortable. Hiding and lying never lasted, and more importantly never think that you played life, you are too petite for that game.
The bruises Griselda woke up with were unbearable, the hard emotions she felt had t
