I can’t help but feel irritated that my brother dragged me away from my friend. We were having a deep conversation…

  Deep yet untrue

  I poured my heart out to him…but it was almost all lies.

  That’s my problem.

  I love to show my “charm”. Pretend to be this sweet little thing that wants nothing but friendship.

  Please. Only my brother knows what a freak I actually am.

  My poor friend is probably smitten with me already.

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  Ha. ha…ha.

  Sad, unsuspecting little thing. I’m sure he’d never have guessed that I was a fraud.

  A phony.

  Fake.

  I can’t wait to talk to him tomorrow. Spill my gaslit melodies upon his unassuming ears.

  No harm done... I think.

  My words seemed to fall upon deaf ears anyway.

  Why I oughta see what’d happen if I wrapped my hands around that neck of his and just–

  “Koel! I ordered us dinner, come eat,” my brother shouts at me from downstairs.

  I trudge down the stairs to see him slurping up a huge bowl of pho.

  I fucking love pho.