"It has been y-you.. All this time", you fell onto the ground on your knees. Your lips were quivering, sight impaired by the tears that were begging to come out to see him. A feeling of melancholy spreading inside your heart like a wildfire, numbing you to the bones.
"Let's see if you can love the real me Y/n", his beautiful voice reached out to you when he knelt infront of you and pressed his lips against yours and you felt unfamiliar to those lips that you have known for a long time.
"I have already told you Y/n, LOVE IS A CAMOUFLAGE."
He was beautiful and a source of hope for me but little did I know, HE WAS A MIRAGE. He was a beautiful deceiver and I was deceived, like a thirsty wanderer praying for water in the empty desert. And when I finally reached him the illusion set into reality. He was no water but a mirage.