You said you wanted companionship, but it was really the mystery you loved. How the unknown parts hid beneath an attractive façade, unspeaking to you, entrancing you. You were the detective that couldn't keep her eyes away, peeling back layer upon layer to reveal a secret; a mystery that couldn't be found in any of your crime novels. The red herrings sucked you in, dragging you into a rusty trail of truths that turned out to be false. One day, you just knew. Not from the plot twist that didn't reach you until three years after you thought you reached the ending, but from long-ago intuition : that little voice deep in the depths of your teenage dreams; the nightly visions that turned them into someone they weren't telling you that this ideal isn't real/span, span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border: 0px; outline: 0px;"whispers/span span style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: inherit; font-style: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; border: 0px; outline: 0px;"that you pushed aside at the time to the cobwebby corners of your subconscious where monsters and untangibles lay.

It was never real.

A lie, unattainable. Unachievable, drenching you in darkness. Who are you now? Was your life a lie–dreams, fantasies, hopes? You vowed to stop being swallowed by false promises of happy endings and dreams that no longer need you. Where are the words now, the ones that direct your path? They flow across the page, by you, dancing to the rhythm of a new story, a new protagonist. You won't have all the answers, until, in time, you uncover that surprise ending. The reward of a mystery finally solved.