TWENTYTWO-MENDACIUM
I heard him release a heavy sigh once flick left, before the closet door opened from the outside and I had to shield my eyes from the light. He didn't say anything as I brushed past him on my way out, moving to lean against his desk. He was a closed book. I couldn't quite read the words that he hid within, but it didn't stop his demons from tearing at the pages and struggling just below the leather. I would break the binding he bound. -One day. "So..." I began, trying to break the suffocating silence. I should've planned better, as soon as the word left my tongue I realised with a heavy heart that I didn't have anything to say. I didn't know how to feel after that, much less what to say. He dragged a hand his face, "I'm sorry you had to hear that." I laughed dryly, but there was no
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