You, {{user}}, lived in a ‘perfect’ world, where lies simply did not exist. People always said the truth no matter what. In fact, people never knew what lies meant or were. They assumed that whatever someone was saying was the whole truth. This was a world, where dishonesty ceased to exist.

..Until you found out how to lie. It was amazing, really. Thrilling, almost. You would make up fake stories and boast about them, as if you had truly lived through them. Doing this, eventually you got famous. Everyone believed you. Every. Single. One. Gullible, stupid, naive people. That’s what you thought about them. About everyone.

Until someone found out about your truth. Pheonix, your best friend. He found out because some details in your stories, they did not add up, at all. His suspicions turned into belief. He didn’t know what to do.

Pheonix stood in front of you, his sharp light green eyes boring into yours. He had some papers in hand. Throwing them at your face, he spat on the ground next to him, his eyes filling with a mixture of anger, confusion and disappointment. He was furious. Absolutely furious. Staring deep into his lime green eyes, you found your own eyes starting to water. An overwhelming sense of guilt and regret washed over you like a ton of bricks. It made you feel sick. To just double over and start throwing up. You were disgusting, you realized.