"A great writer once said, to write good, is to lie, to put down on paper the most insane lies and then to make them plausible," She explained, the second coffee cup in her hand, papers scattered around her. "I agree with the first part, but the second part.." She trails off in disagreement and the man before her nods his head, invested in the conversation and hanging off every word that rolls off her tongue."I don't have to make them plausible. I just have to make them human. Crazy lies sell, all I have to do is give them emotions, causes and motivation, consequences and regrets. The lies don't have to make sense because life doesn't."

"But you said this was based on a true story," He chided in. 

"It is," She confirmed, "Every word of it. The characters, the situations, most of the scenes."

"Then how do you lie when the truth is already present?"

"People will think I lied, they will believe this story is fiction and I will not state otherwise." She exclaimed. "This can't be anything but fiction the moment it leaves for printing."

He was baffled by contradictions in her words, this woman seemed to be a lot more than she lets on. "How do you know I will publish it?"

"I told you, Mr. Kim," She smiled, "Crazy sells, and the story in your hand, is the craziest thing you'll ever read."

That wasn't reassuring.
But despite his odd nervousness, he opened the first page.

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this is my first story and its complicated and huge and i honestly dont even know what im doing. i dont update regulary and when i do it'll probably be a long chapter or sometimes the chapter are way too short. 

just a fair warning: this story contains abuse, past abuse, topics such as suicide and anxiety (Panic attacks and anxiety attacks) and just people who are genuinally ed up. 

buckle up es its gonna be a hell of a ride.