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It doesn't show at first. They don't spend every moment in fear. They can still smile. They can still laugh. At first glance, they seem perfectly fine.
But they seem like entirely different people when you look into their recovery.
They can lie and say they're happy. They can lie and say they're healthy. But they're lying. To themselves and to everyone else who can hear them.
"I'm happy." He'll tell them. "I promise you, I'm happy."
But he's still waiting. Hes still staring at the door and waiting. He's still counting every day that goes by. He keeps tally marks hidden in his journal and he keeps his journal hidden from her.
"I'm happy." He'll tell her. "I promise you, I'm happy." But he's lying. Because he still has the journal under his bed
"I'm healthy." She'll tell them. "I promise you, I'm healthy."
But she's still waiting. She's still staring up at the sky and waiting. She's still counting every day that goes by. She keeps photos of the stars hidden in a box and she keeps the box hidden from him.
"I'm healthy." She'll tell him. "I promise you, I'm healthy." But she's lying. Because she still has the photos under her bed.
And they both know that they're lying. They can tell the other is lying, because they know they didn't mean it when they said it themselves. It's not healthy. But it's easier. So they help each other lie.
When she tells her friends she's healthy, he doesn't correct her. When he tells his friends he's happy, she doesn't correct him.
It doesn't show at first. They don't spend every moment in fear. They can still smile. They can still laugh. At first glance, they seem perfectly fine.
But what happens when you get to see their recovery?