The Impossible [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE]
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Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2014
Metaphorically, most people would say their life is a story.

I used to be one of those people; I knew that a story is a story, and you don't get to choose or change whatever goes on in it. 

But, at the same time, I wished for a new start; to leave all bad memories and people who have done me bad behind.

I wanted to travel; see new places, different arts, different music touching hearts.

I aspired to meet new people who would show me what it was to love and be loved in return.

I dreamed of leaving it all behind, to erase my book back to the cover, and re-write my story as I pleased.

And, one day, my wish came true.

But just not the way I thought it would.

Because the world I lived in wasn't just a story.

I'm Saf, and my life, is the fanfiction of the world.
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Sequel to The Way He Lies Look at yourself. Take a look at yourself. Stand in front of the mirror, and stare the reflection that looks back at you right in the eyes. This is what you created. The life you've created for yourself. The person that your friends know, your family knows, that you know better than anyone. Do you like your life? Or do you wish you could turn back time and re-write your story? That's what I did, or what I tried to do. I'm not sure what I tried to do. Was I re-writing my past or just simply running away from it? It definitely seemed easier to run. It wasn't so easy to re-write your past though, it would be like messily scribbling out lines written in dark blue pen, people could still see the mistakes you had made while seeing that you're trying to correct them. Where as running? No one needs to know anything. So tell me, which choice do you think I made?