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.