I had the perfect opportunity to lie my way out of the situation.
It was clear to both of us that the voting had been rigged. If I just said that it was her brother who had done all of this, then I could make it seem like I had, in fact, voted for her.
There'd also be no way for her to truly check if I was lying or not.
In the end, the situation would resolve itself like that, and everything would return to normal again.
I understood that.
And yet...
"I didn't vote for you."
I still went ahead and told her the truth.
Seeing the shift in her face and the rising tension in the room, I didn't regret my decision.
Her previous words had made me reflect more on myself.
I was a lie.
Everything about me was a lie.
She wasn't wrong.
I... knew she wasn't wrong.
It was just that I had only fully grasped this concept myself after she had said it to me.
Why did it take so long for me to get it?
Perhaps it was because I didn't want to acknowledge it myself.
