For Michelle, the grip of the problem was hard. It would linger around her constantly, like a specter hovering over her head. The presence was a form, built from dull white. The presence came from the little things indeed, the slight deceit. However, they would build up over time and the presence would only get stronger. Soon, it would chase away all she wanted, leave her alone and afraid without anyone. Little white lies can overwhelm in vast quantities, creating a weight than expected. A weight that held Michelle down, while it took away everything from her life with distrust.