The mindless chatter is deafening. The same people, the same empty eyes that I am always longing to find a soul in. Someone to ask “How are you?” and actually mean it. I force a smile to complete the facade i’ve been trained to have on at all times in the public eye. That public eye is very similar to the eye of God. Always watching, always judging, and always distant. People move around me… no forgive me, for these are not people, they are just empty vessels used to put a friendly face on the evils that they truly embody. The sweet smell of lilacs has become all too bitter. I begin to scream and not a single person in the room looks up. The mechanics of the event continue unchanged and infinite. My mind falters and I begin to run.
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I lay on the stone pavers next to the perfectly manicured hedges looking up at the balcony I had fell from. Cameras flash and people shout as my vision fades. I am overcome with a sense of joy, for there is no one left to impress, nothing to worry about. I am finally free.