Lucy meets Sharon on the memory lane

Fine lines, between lines, rouge and saint they saw in each other another side of what could be, of a life that could be had and it was only too clear that Lucy felt underdressed for Sharon was as usual able to come up with gimmicks, for she saw the lines in between that did not end with periods. You're too naive Sharon told Lucy and Lucy felt the stirrings of wants, of desires she thought had long gone. Was it wrong to want more? As for deeds, meritocracy and works, it was quite clear what the real game was for life was coated with words, words that held little meaning when they could mean so many things, words that could fall apart when a power triumphs over ideals. Ideals, what a childish want! And yet many things were worth sacrificing and Lucy did not feel regret. For she had lived her life well, as well as she knew how to.