In his short time on earth, Matthew was no longer stranger to what humans call acting.
He remembered how Tiffany always nudged him to watch her favorite shows on TV. Sometimes, they would go to a place called the theater to see those same actors pouring lies on their every move.
Back then, Matthew didn’t understand how human beings make such ingenuity appear the opposite. How forced laughter could give his skin goosebumps. How forced tears could make his heart ache as if the hurt he was witnessing was real.
He wasn’t a stranger to actors but he wouldn’t identify himself to be one.
“Tell me, handsome. How did you capture this silly little thing?” The she-devil inquired sweetly as her back was turned to him. They were walking in a narrow and dark hallway and the woman was leading the
