It’s always the eyes.
Any amount of deceit and vicious bile can come out of a mouth. Lips pout cruelly as they smile innocently into your face.
Mouths can say anything.
Never trust a mouth.
Hands will stop at nothing to convince you of their honesty. They’ll softly rub your face to melt your heart, firmly hold your shoulders to demand your attention, and raise their palms open and high in a clear declaration of assurance. They shout their intent loud and clear without ever actually uttering a word, silent testament to their hidden agenda.
Silence can be bought. Everyone knows that.
But her eyes dipped away from my gaze with a flicker of guilt; dry and hollow.
She was lying.
There is nothing in life that can truly prepare you for the moment when trust is lost; when faith is ripped from your heart by the one person in the whole world whom you allowed to hold it.
Everything falls. Everything breaks.
Desperately, you try to push the truth away and reach out for something else, for another reality – one where she is still the person who made all those vows, so long ago.
One where her eyes held your gaze.
But it doesn't come.
Years of marriage.
Decades of friendship.
And all because her eyes couldn't hide the lies that her mouth could so easily deliver.
And also because you can actually see the empty wrapper from the last chocolate bar in the house sticking out of her pocket. Your chocolate..
The bar you had been saving.
That helped give it away.
But mainly it was the eyes.