False Enemies

Foreword

Recent time has been very rough for me. I haven't written a single sentence for weeks - months, even. I couldn't quite force myself to be inspired, or even write just for the sake of writing. 

As I'm slowly remembering how to be myself again, I've been going through some old files on my laptop. I found this story I began to write around two years ago and have been working on on and off and off and on since then. Somehow, I've managed to write about a scenario very similar to what awaited me two years from then. 

False Fnemies has been left untouched for long enough. I've briefly published a short part of it on Wattpad a while back (under a different title), but took it down the next day. I simply wasn't ready to share it with anyone, nor did it have enough meaning for me back then. 

I think what I really needed to push this story forward was - ironically - the events of the past few months. I based some parts of it on actual memories, making it painfully personal, but also giving it authenticity. 

Sorry if I seemed solemn (I so did), but I felt like I needed to throw it out there and provide you with some context. Writing - and now publishing - FE is my own form of... I don't know... therapy? I just really need something to hold on to right now, and I miss the love and support I've experienced publishing on Wattpad a few years ago. 

I hope you're going to enjoy reading about me baring my heart to you. I sure enjoyed the process of it. 

Love, 

L

P.S. I pinky promise the actual story is not as sad and pathetic as I am. It's a slow-burn, but I hope you'll be patient with me. Lily is a bigger badass than I've ever been, and if you don't stay for her, do so for the hot guys (I provide a lot of them, contrary to life, providing me with none :)). Enjoy!