I can’t help but feel irritated that my brother dragged me away from my friend. We were having a deep conversation…


    Deep yet untrue


    I poured my heart out to him…but it was almost all lies.


    That’s my problem.


    I love to show my “charm”. Pretend to be this sweet little thing that wants nothing but friendship.


    Please. Only my brother knows what a freak I actually am.


    My poor friend is probably smitten with me already.


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    Ha. ha…ha.


    Sad, unsuspecting little thing. I’m sure he’d never have guessed that I was a fraud.


    A phony.


    Fake.


    I can’t wait to talk to him tomorrow. Spill my gaslit melodies upon his unassuming ears.


    No harm done... I think.


    My words seemed to fall upon deaf ears anyway.


    Why I oughta see what’d happen if I wrapped my hands around that neck of his and just–


    “Koel! I ordered us dinner, come eat,” my brother shouts at me from downstairs.


    I trudge down the stairs to see him slurping up a huge bowl of pho.


    I fucking love pho.