Reuben.
This Girl.
I looked at the petite girl with pale blue eyes who stood before me seeking answers I didn’t want to respond to, her soft silky dress was illuminated by the light in the room. It trailed behind her and danced along her legs, growing smoother with every second.
Life with Fake Lizzy, as you call it, was never dreary. Sometimes even bafflingly amusing.
At times, she was an open book, while at other times, she was the most mysterious soul I had ever come across. A part of her mystery was how she was calm in a storm while anxious in the quiet.
At times even, I could never guess her actions. Thinking about how she abused me without a care of the world on the morning of our first night together, or how she fell asleep during the offering regards ceremony. (Chuckle) Perso
