part of my book at noctrun.

- If you say something happened to me true, -his voice was very weak, until I noticed that did not resonate in the empty room.
- Always.
- Though it hurt me -snapped.
- Never hurt you-replicating.
- ¿Lie to me no harm?- pain frowned.
- When you lie for love, no collateral damage,- I said sourly.
- Of lies is always echo back and leave everything as sound, and make you weak to hurt inside.
- But if I can get away from something even worse, I would.
His silence was sharp, hurt me, but it was true, I could not tell the truth when it was worse than lying.