} j u s t i c e { - cleo!standalone

There is no such thing as justice, only false love and deceit. Those two things being what defines my entire life.

I sit on the sofa in the Justice Building, awaiting the figures that will walk in and let sorrowful words drip off their tongues as they hug me and cry or try to be strong or just plain attempt to mask everything as if this was some sort of masquerade ball.

Mother comes in first -- remember all those times you tucked me in at night and told me you loved me and I giggled and said I loved you back? I lied. Just like you did. You've never loved me, and I've never loved you. I'm a heartless bitch. I am, I am, I am. You could never love me, Mother. Like my manipulative and cunning grandmother before me, who down-spiraled into insanity, I am nothing but a monster that can't be touched or cared for. So, stop lying mother, that's my job.