No. 9

she told him all her secrets, and he looked at her as if he had always known. for a moment he was perfect, and his perfection disolved into her disdain, and she felt small and naked and it was if she had been acting, a game that she had played and he hadn't noticed. but the lies she told were the truth, and he had seen them all bubbling beneath the transparency of her skin, and he had pulled them out, each slimy strand of her insides, and laid them out. his sticky breath made each one shiver and shrivel slightly, but when it was over, she watched him hold the silvery things in his palms. and he made her loose promises to protect her secrets that she didn't expect him to keep but hoped that he might anyway.