❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞
"I'm going to commit suicide in one months time."
"I think you have the wrong number."
"It can't be t...
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Vaughn let out a sigh, features deflating in balloon-like fashion as he dropped the phone back onto the coffee table. All his energy had been wasted by the forced happy tone that had been ominously present in his voice at the time of the phonecall.
The debt of happiness was a hard one to repay.
For all of the laughter that had melted the ice in his heart, he felt the need to mold that melted substance into wax. Wax in which he could form a mask. Unlike the deceitful illusions of masquerade in tales, Vaughn did not see how a mask of this form could cause the witness distress. How could a veil of happiness sculpted to repay days of undeserved joy possibly cause anyone heartbreak?
Vaughn did not realise until too late that a mask harms the actor more than the audience.
