Pretty Little Liar

The smoke is thick, as if from a fire, but there is no fire - only whispers, gossip and made-up stories in which someone has already been designated as guilty. The air cuts your throat, and excuses sound like a cough - awkward, but honest. Sometimes it seems easier to burn than to endlessly extinguish other people's gossip. But no, enough is enough. Let their mirages burn - the truth does not need oxygen to survive. And how pleasant it is when the ashes finally settle and you stand there - whole, exhausted, but free.