Their love was a figment of her imagination. He was a friend, a lover yet she was her own foe.
Or at least she thought so.
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A Friend, a Lover, a Foe.
Short StoryHumans. Mundane? We mask in mirth, put up a facade,yet that facade is for ourselves. We cheat ourselves and portray our thoughts, our desires as the truth, but is it? Our imagination places the cards on the table reigning triumphant over our gulli...
Chapter 4
Their love was a figment of her imagination. He was a friend, a lover yet she was her own foe.
Or at least she thought so.
