I STARE AT CYRUS'S face like he just made a tasteless joke. I thought he'd laugh it off, but he looked dead serious that I suddenly felt something explode in my chest. I bite my lower lip and cover my eyes with my arm, and then I start crying out of nowhere.
Cyrus doesn't say anything and wipes the tear that's streaming down my cheek. He then leans close and kisses it.
"Did I say something sad that it made you cry like this?" Cyrus asks, but I couldn't answer anymore. I know what he meant by those words. Cyrus has been playing his role for as long as he could remember. He's been a gentleman, and in his entire life, all he did is lie. His truth is the only real identity he has left. That's the only thing that he is.
What he's really giving me is himself.
It's as if he's surrendering all
