With all my soul by rachel vincent5/20/2023 ![]() ![]() There were teachers, shell-shocked but in control, looking out of place without their desks and whiteboards. "It was a lovely service, Em." I watched as people fled the open grave in slow-motion retreat, eager to be gone but reluctant to let it show. Funerals are always awkward, especially in my social circle, where the definition of "death" is under constant reevaluation. "This would have been awkward if no one had cried." People cried." She shrugged, staring out at the slowly departing crowd. "I mean, as far as funerals go, it could have been worse. She shifted her weight to her right foot and her heel sank half an inch into the soft ground. "It was a nice service, right?" My best friend, Emma, smoothed the front of her simple black dress, both brows furrowed in doubt. But if I know the truth about anything, it's this: when people say the devil is in the details, they have no idea how right they are. I lie better than almost anyone I've ever met. My life itself is an illusion requiring constant effort to maintain. ![]() ![]() I used to hate the fact that my world is built on half-truths, held together with white lies. ![]()
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