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All We Thought
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Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2015
Mature
Finding out that your whole life is a lie could make you do crazy things.
Crazy, as in...packing up and moving to a whole new country.
Or at least that's what Arabella does when she was slapped with the harsh truth, causing her to question herself and all she knows. 

Finding out the life you've known and loved for the past five years is being ripped away from you is pretty crappy. It's like waking up in this great big world not knowing how you got there. How do you function? What do you turn to when everything, absolutely everything, is gone? Harry is now left with the biggest question one can ask themselves: who am I?

On the journey to finding themselves, these two found each other. Is it possible that they are the missing puzzle piece in one another's lives? Or was their drunken night meeting all a coincidence? Does the fact that they both are struggling with internal battles get in the way of their on-going friendship? Or is that the knot that ties the two together?

Harry and Arabella believed they knew exactly how to deal with their mess ups, that finding the solution to their newly found lives would be completely uncomplicated and done in a breeze.

Well, think again.
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Smoke // Michael Clifford

19 parts Complete

«Michael in questo momento non è altro che fumo: la sua presenza è intangibile, eppure si avverte e si è intrufolata placida nella mia vita senza che io avessi i mezzi per fermarlo, perché ciò che è impalpabile e sfuggente è anche inesorabilmente inarrestabile. E io mi sono lasciata avvolgere dal suo fumo senza saperlo, ho permesso che le particelle intelligibili della sua assenza si legassero alle molecole della mia essenza, con il risultato che Michael non c'è, ma è come se ci fosse; non mi può parlare, ma è come se lo facesse.»