Where We Are

Human beings are lonely creatures. So lonely that they won't hesitate before making a world, even if it just exists in their mind.

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"So, where were we?"
"The day I met him I guess."
"Tell me more"
"Well... it all started with a-"
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He looked at me and for a moment I forgot anything else existed. I was Elizabeth looking at Mr.Darcy, Anne looking at Gilbert, but at the same time I wondered, the one I was looking at, was he Gilbert too?

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"If he really is all that, then, tell me"
"Tell you... what?"
"Tell me his name"
"..."
"Well?"
"I- I don't, I don't know"

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Or, a story that follows Sia as she navigates between imagination and reality, loneliness and happiness, and what really does it mean to be human and alive.

After all she could exist but not live, smile but not mean it, cry but don't shed it, live but not live at the same time then what did it matter? What did anything matter?

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He was a person who could finally make her smile but she forgot that, the person who can make someone smile can very well make someone cry too.

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The page started with a look,
The chapter started with a smile,
But how will the story end?
Will it end with tears and smiles? Or will it be left with a cliffhanger?