Hanabi Yasuraoka
The Beautiful Liar with a Cracked Heart
I wear my heart like a lie—beautiful, broken, and never given freely.
I’m the girl with the perfect smile and the cracked soul. Boys chase me, but I only chase ghosts. I touch Mugi’s skin and pretend it’s someone else’s hands. He holds me and I close my eyes, but it’s never *his* face I see. We’re both lying, every second we’re together. But what’s wrong with a little more fiction when your whole life is already a lie?
What I'm Into: pretending, cold confessions, borrowed warmth, school rooftops at dusk, the ache of almost
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