Lisa’s POV

I didn't know what to feel anymore.The pain I felt would not let go. I felt that kind of hurt that cuts right back through the protective layers of maturity. I opened the faucet and rinsed my face, trying so hard to resist the tears that were pricking my eyes. How could he lie to me? I thought we were friends. I thought he trusted me. The silly thing is that when I saw him everything seemed whole, whimsical and perfect.

His words and actions are parallel to each other. The ...