“Why must you ruin everything that’s beautiful?” she asked.
Admiring the eternal flux of their lake, they inhaled the clarity of the air.
“It’s all lies,” she replied.
“Sometimes a compliment is genuine. Sometimes love is sincere.”
“The sentiment may be sincere. The word is an instrument.”
Silence held them for a moment before she spoke. “Not everyone is a reflection of you.”
Her sigh carried a touch of regret noticeable to no other. Ever so gently, she replied, “I know.”
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