Bad Liar Here

The house was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that follows a long day of saying nothing at all. Leo sat at the kitchen table, watching the condensation drip down a glass of water. In the other room, Clara was hummed a tune—something light, something meant to sound like she was okay.

The admission hung in the air, painful but necessary. For the first time in a year, Leo felt like he could breathe. He wasn't faking it anymore. He looked at Clara and gave her the only thing he had left: the truth. Bad Liar

"I can't be what you want me to be," Leo said, finally letting the truth out. "I wish I could make your heart believe it’s okay, but I'm a bad liar". The house was quiet, the kind of heavy