Welcome to Phnom Penh, where the past never leaves.

Didn't they tell you? Love's only for artisans.

The chances of hooking up at a funeral home? Highly unlikely. The chances of a highly unlikely affair lasting this long? Less than zero. But he did like those odds.

I wanted to write something on this theme: even the most honest people practice some degree of self-deception.

This is what happens when you're in love with a train wreck, and only lie to say you've fallen out.

Longing for his ex-girlfriend, a man tries to rekindle his lost affair the only way he knows how: by getting her favorite candy. Will it work? Or is the relationship past the point?

Death. He lives in a duplex.

We were supposed to get married. That was the deal. Things change though. People change. I found myself falling in love, but not with the right person, or maybe he never was the right person to begin with. SERIOUS EDIT IN PROGRESS!

(One-Shot) 12:05pm. Target caught masturbating in bathroom stall. 007 status: in adjacent stall, hyperventilating.

Death: the end of suffering or just the beginning?