Sherry's life was flashing before her eyes. No, she wasn't about to die. Her mind just tended to do that sometimes.
However, from all the falsehood she'd discovered recently, even her past happiness seemed clouded by uncertainty. One might say her memories had become flash fiction now.
Feeling all strength leave her legs, she collapsed on the ground. She couldn't take it anymore, knowing that everyone she'd known was fake. Her received love a lie, her life a sham.
It couldn't be helped, but it could be buried. Then the lie wouldn't hurt her anymore. She would be the lie.