he looked around, making sure that no one was seeing him. the notebook in front of him was open, with the writings of his heart engraved in it. tears seemed to flow down his face, whispering deceitful words in his ear. the air of shame lingered around him, the regret pouncing back once again.

there were numerous paintings hung on the wall; the wall specifically being a masterpiece of his graffiti art. a glint of hope shimmered in his eyes, but it was just for a second. it flashed away, making him enter the world of sorrow once again.

he wished he had never known his name at all.

he wished he never loved him at all.

after all, it was just a mistake.

and he was a lie.