"The more you try to differentiate between reality and fiction, the more the lines seem to blur. " Having been caught up in conflict- your once languid life had been thrown in turmoil. With expectations placed on your shoulders, you'd been trying to keep up a facade, however, that was proving to be much more difficult than you initially thought. You now had to struggle to survive and with memories once buried now resurfacing, it created a cruel combination. It all seemed too convenient; what kind of sinister plot was beginning to unravel? (Note: this story is crossposted on quotev, if you read it on quotev updates are faster and the chapters are more fleshed out since I go back and correct them there.)
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