"I-I'm sorry, but I have no where to go, and I'm very cold. The lights in your house are the only ones on around here, so I assumed you were awake. Can I come in?" Her trembling voice asked.

It's moments like these where I feel like there's a chance. Like this could be a thing. But then I remember everything suddenly changes when Jed comes in to the equation.

We have all experienced that pull, that force, that enchantment that made us helpless against the presence of someone. These are the people who remain inked in our memory. Their presence always lingering at the back of our minds. Their scent, their smile, their voice, and a thousand and one details persist amidst the chaos and banality of everyday living. But all of these can be deceiving, we sometimes got stuck in between, trying to figure out whether it's... real or not real. (Sequel to "Fake Love") A/N: This is a sequel, if you haven't read Fake Love yet, go ahead and read it first. Enjoy! - R xx

"I wish that this could be real. I wish that you and me, we could be real. I wish that we could have everything. But all that we have is... a fake love." A/N: This is my first fanfic... I'm not a writer but I have these ideas and I want to make it a story. I know this will be shit.. so please bare with me. Also, I'm not sure if there's already a story like this somewhere. So if there are similarities with other works, I'm sorry, it's not intentional. 😉 - R xx