Thursday, January 06, 2011
Oneword: Fiction
It was fiction. Everything that he’d ever said to her was a complete work of fiction. He had lied from the beginning, fabbricated every single thing he’d ever said to her. From his reasons to being at the restaurant, to his relationship status, to his hometown… Now she couldn’t tell where the truth began, if it was even there at all… Now, she thought, even his feelings were a work of fiction, a beautiful piece of fantasy elaborately written…
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