This style of this story is going to be different than the last story, there's going to be more dialogue, last time there was none, and maybe more descriptive words…? Last one was a drabble, this one is an actual story, a sequel.

BEAUTIFUL LIE

The morning came to soon, the sun streamed from the curtains, waking me up. I looked at the roof, staring at it, before I got up and made my way to the kitchen. He was there, making breakfast, and he turned around and smiled at me.

"Bad night?" He asked casually, as he flipped the pancakes. Bad night…what an understatement. I stared at him before shrugging, and sitting down.

"Yeah…bad night." I replied, if that's what we're going to call it, I was okay. We didn't need to discuss it, it wasn't our problem.

"Hmm, I reckon it was something you ate, and upset your stomach." He lied, I gave a vague smile, and stared at the kitchen table. I didn't respond, we both know we needed to tell each other lies, to make ourselves feel better. We didn't want to blame each other, things would only get worse, instead we come up with different excuses, always masking ourselves from the truth.

We stayed quiet, as the breakfast made the only noise. I closed my eyes, it wasn't always like that. We used to have conversations, not just silence suffocating us.

"Hey Sabrina, look at me." He said putting our food on the counter. "Things will work out, like they always do." He smiled, and rubbed circles around my hands tenderly. "Cheer up, love." He kissed my hair, and sat down, engulfing himself into the food.

"Yeah," I said hoarsely, "things will work out." He smiled in response, and held my hand tightly with one hand and with the other ate his breakfast.

Things will work out I smiled as I watched him ate. He was kind to this relationship, all too kind. He still had faith in us, in our future, because we all know. Things will not work out. But still…it was indeed something he needed to say to make me feel better.

…It was a beautiful lie.