Easy Come, Easy Go

"Beyond the mask we make, is the mask we are."

She asked me to.

It's as simple as that.

I was just an innocent bystander, minding my own business, when she came up to me, and asked if I could please, pretty please, tell her story.

A thin girl, she was. Bony, too, with eyes that seemed too large for her head, and blond hair that looked too greasy.

"Tell my story," she begged.

I figured at one point, she'd been pretty and full of life. There wasn't much left of her.

Her eyes pleaded, asking please, please?

I hesitated, then nodded. I didn't have the heart to say no.