And so you returned the next night and the night after that and eventually it became a tradition or a ritual. You grew to love going to Lorals because you felt like you had a family again.
You like having a place to go where people like you, where you fit in.
It doesn't matter if you lie to them. Everyone lies.
Regardless, your circumstances are none of their concern. You don't want their pity. You just want to feel normal for an hour at least once a day.
On the other hand you like watching their smiles grow eager with each lie you tell. You enjoy tricking them. It's like a seduction.
Now there's a woman wearing a fur hat walking her dog next to you. The small terrier reminds you of a dog you had when you were a child and for a moment you feel warm.
It's cold out. It's the end of November. Christmas lights are popping up all about. There is always a chill in the air. There is always a chill in you, because you're always out in the air.
There was one night when you were almost revealed.
They can never catch you. The illusion must always be maintained.
It was the bartender, Janus...
