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“Allow me to ask, how does it feel to be wrong?” “Sad, angry, guilty.” “What you just defined was your feeling when you realize you’re wrong. What I asked was what you feel in the moment of being wrong.”
"What am I supposed to tell you? This world we live in is one of an illusion is it not? We always believe we are right until we are proven wrong." A female voice stated young and vivid.
"How does that make living an illusion?" Another female voice questioned confused yet interested.
"Allow me to ask, how does it feel to be wrong?"
"Sad, angry, guilty."
"What you just defined was your feeling when you realize you're wrong. What I asked was what you feel in the moment of being wrong."
There was no reply from the other voice.
"It feels like your right. Till you know you're wrong you think you're right."
"In old-style cartoons, we see the characters run into the sky perfectly fine. Till they look down and realize they are off the ground. This is how being wrong feel, you don't even know you're wrong till you look down and see you aren't on solid ground."
"How does this make life illusionary?"
"Isn't an illusion a mistake of the truth? So how is living a life of mistakes any different?"
The voices drifted to silence the world faded to dark. The closing word of the voice echoing in the void.
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"Clay's dead." A masculine voice bluntly stated, his head downcast.
"What do you mean! Clay…" The female was dressed immaculately, a gorgeous red dress that matched her scarlet hair and pale white skin. Her long hair was straightened and she was wearing make-up to enhance herself, not cover herself.
"Here come, sit down." He grabbed her hand and led her over to a nearby table, dressed in a white cloth. Hanging above the entrance was a banner that read, 'Happy ten year reunite, Graduating class of 2018' He gave her amount to ease herself into the emotions before he explained further.
"Freshman year of college he committed suicide, drunk himself to death."
Her body hunched in the chair the soft constant sobs the only sound the near empty room. The white cover drop by drop grew a light grey. Like a car on a cold day, after the first gear, her foot was to the floor the torrent of tears accelerated. The sobs progressive become like a wild beast's howl.
The guy sat there mute, his lips covered by his hand as similar to a leaky faucet the cloth became grey on his side as well.
The two stayed like this neither able to break the heavy fact, Clay was dead.
Not anytime soon, the guy collected himself and with red eyes commented, "I've known for three weeks now." He clenched his fist and slammed it on the table.
"And each and every god damn time I think about it, I want to scream. I want to break everything within reach of me. I just want to… AHHHHHH!" He released a raucous wail. His heart had overflowed.
The girl's tone was less than a murmur, "Do…Do…Do… we *Sniffle* know… why?" The boy couldn't bring himself to talk, his head only shook side to side in response.
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"They didn't become sad when he died but upon the realization of his death. How many years past without them knowing? How many times did they mention him without knowledge? How many time did they think of him before the finale?" The first voice was slow to question her own voice heavy and depressed.
"They lived in an illusion." The confused female voice spoke having come to a sad realization, her own tone matching the first's.
