A/N: 100-word drabble for the "Running Away" challenge on
"What You Wish For"
You know the truth hurts. Because you can't run away from it,
can't change it, can't make it something else. Because the
truth is the truth is the truth.
But sometimes the truth isn't so bad. Sometimes . . .
Sometimes it's nice. It's nice and it feels good and everyone's
happy. Sometimes it's a smile and an affectionate look and a
person who acknowledges you no matter what.
But sometimes it's him and the fact that he doesn't care, and
her and the fact that she does, and you and what's inside your
You wish you could lie.
* fin *
. : we'll run away / keep everything simple / night will come
down / our guardian angel : .