After the tragic death of her parents, Valerie moves halfway across the country to attend an elite school. She takes a new identity to prevent herself from getting picked on at school. With makeup, she's seen as beautiful but without it, she feels u...
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09 : stars are dead
first person. VALERIE
PEOPLE IN THIS world all appear to be beautiful but when it comes to conversations with their souls, you discover the bitter truth and harsh reality about mankind.
Appearance is only a show. And off stage, the truth is like ice melted with salt.
It burns. Believing in someone. Trusting someone only to be stabbed in the back, countless of times, having no time to breathe and to tell them to stop. That's what trust is, a fantasy that breaks bonds.
Life is a walking nightmare.
There are many people who walk beside us and we won't ever realise whether or not they're good people.
When we become friends with people, we don't realise how deadly their betrayal could be. After all, the worst kind of betrayal is one that is laced with trust.
Knowing that Vincent almost lost his life because of Atlas and his friends makes me wonder, what kind of people are they? Are they the type of people to manipulate and deceive without caution? Or are they the type of people who don't mean any harm but seemed to have gotten into a disastrous situation?
I glance at the convenience store with a tired expression.
After that conversation with Silvia, I felt sick. People seem like innocent beings but once you get to know them you notice the devil that thrives in them. It's frightening how untrustworthy certain people can be.
My eyes fall on the same guy I met a day ago.
This time he had a hat on to cover his dreadful hair, but his face was still the same, drawn on facial hair and bright red cheeks.
I take a seat beside him, leaning my head up to look at the celestial sky. The soft breeze felt exhilarating, for once, I felt relaxed under the night sky.
"It's funny isn't it?" the boy beside me says, from the corner of my eyes I could notice him glancing at the sky too. "Everything looks so pretty when in reality they're not." his words were bitter.
"As you look closer with a telescope, you realise these prettystars are dead," his tone grew soft and quiet, he seemed to be upset. "Supernova, a beautiful name for an explosion."
I glance at him with a frown. "A supernova can cause the formation of new stars. New pretty stars, not dead stars."
"A supernova could also cause a black hole, all pretty things eventually reach their end." he stands up, glancing at me with a shaded expression. "It's life, one day or another, we'll all lose meaning and wither away."
