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Fake It

“Point the gun at him, Alanna!” Dylan instructed.

I did as I was told, and pointed the .44 colt at him, and changed my expression to an empty one. My eyes met Nathan’s for the first time since we started. His expression was one of such agony, it almost seemed real. My chest throbbed, and tears welled up. The gun fell out of my hands, and shakily, I ran over to Nathan and embraced him.

“Stop making that face, I don’t like it,” I said through my tears. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed his hesitation when he embraced me back, but I knew he was confused at my reaction. But hugged me back nonetheless. Nothing else was on my mind besides Nathan’s hunted expression. Then it hit me.

All of this was fake.