"Why did you hit me?" I asked, my expression showing confusion.
"Because you're the worst!" she retorted, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
She was expecting a solution to her problems from me, but my response only served to make a fool out of her.
This time, I sensed that I had really went overboard with my jokes.
With a more matured mind, enriched by life's experiences, I chose to be the better person and do what was right.
"I'm telling you the truth, though," I insisted.
That's right!
The best course of action was to continue lying.
After all, I possessed the power to turn lies into truths at will, so why bother admitting ?
In essence, I embodied the truth itself.
If I were to claim that the moon was made of cheese and faced with accusations of lying, I wouldn't waste time apologizing for being wrong.
Instead, I'd just turn the moon into cheese.
"Stop lying, please! Why are you so mean to me?" she demanded, her words muffled by her tears.
