“I can see right through you - it’s only too easy.”
He would always brush her comments aside, not believing a word she said, for he thought her to be inferior. It became apparent in the following months however, that she was only too accurate with that statement, which he had so fervently denied. His confident interior started crumbling like the crispy crust of a freshly-baked apple pie, wrinkling that flawless exterior along with it. Soon, he was nothing, ceasing to exist once he was skillfully disemboweled, and everyone had had a slice of him. The glistening blade then lay triumphantly silent beside the speckled plate, in an ominous reminder of the man he was not.
