He finally called her back, but she quickly realised his voice wasn‘t the one she wanted to hear. As the quiet hiss of the phone grew louder in her ear, little white lies flew out of her mouth with graceful ease. She’d never been a good actress but he never seemed to notice the slight quiver in her voice everyone else was so keen to call her out on. He made it easy. So easy, that every lie she told started to sound real in her mouth and before she knew it she was madly in love with a boy who only knew her for her bold alter-ego. He couldn’t tell when she was truly happy and he never noticed when she was on the verge of tears. In a way, he was perfect. She could be whoever she wanted to be and he’d never even guess it was pretend. But it still wasn’t enough, she could pretend all she wanted but he would never be the one she really wanted.