She looked deep into his eyes. Those eyes that had promised her the world. She would always tell him, “It is your eyes I fell in love with. They can’t lie to me.” But they had lied to her. Everytime he strayed, those eyes comforted her with an illusion of love and security.
It were to those eyes that she posed the question today. “Will you still lie to me, now that you are separated from the body and sitting in this mason jar?”
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