I asked him in a subtle voice, "Are you okay?", knowing he obviously wasn't. He looked me straight in the eyes with a dull gaze. With a smile on his face he said, "I'm fine, thank you", yet his eyes seem dead. The pain that he was enduring reflected on his face as the inevitability of the conclusion came close by. His eyes begging for help, but his ego not letting him speak the words he so disgustingly wanted to. The boy who cried wolf was finally being eaten by his inner demons and the only part of him screaming in pain was his face. The mask with the smile was crumbling, being teared in shreds and he couldn't do anything about it except for being in sheer agony that he wouldn't share with anyone. I finally moved away from the mirror and started working on my next mask.
Story