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mindcrackloveJust a lil something while y'all wait in anticipation for this amazing new oneshot coming your way soon!
A dreary little run down house with chipping grey paint and roof shingles that’ve fallen into a non-sensible puzzle on the ground and cracked glass resting in splintering dark stained wood, sat next to an old, old oak tree. The oak’s branches drooped with sorrow and its leaves almost all fallen. Roots popped in and out of the murky water and long dead grass. It’s bark is a sickly grey from lack of sun, which hid behind dark grey clouds all day. It had at one point, long ago, been a young boy’s play toy. He used to climb as high as he could and look out over the leaves and watch birds fly overhead and clouds roll lazily through a once blue sky. It was the place where the boy had gone and cried when life became too stressful. It was the place where the boy truly found himself. It was the place where he’d brought a boy to sit and lounge in the sturdy branches. It was the place where he had his first kiss. It was the where he’d fallen in love. But now, now it was long abandoned, just sitting in constant silence.
A dreary little run down house with chipping grey paint and roof shingles that’ve fallen into a non-sensible puzzle on the ground and cracked glass resting in splintering dark stained wood, sat next to an old, old oak tree. The oak’s branches drooped with sorrow and its leaves almost all fallen. Roots popped in and out of the murky water and long dead grass. It’s bark is a sickly grey from lack of sun, which hid behind dark grey clouds all day. It had at one point, long ago, been a young boy’s play toy. He used to climb as high as he could and look out over the leaves and watch birds fly overhead and clouds roll lazily through a once blue sky. It was the place where the boy had gone and cried when life became too stressful. It was the place where the boy truly found himself. It was the place where he’d brought a boy to sit and lounge in the sturdy branches. It was the place where he had his first kiss. It was the where he’d fallen in love. But now, now it was long abandoned, just sitting in constant silence.
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Date: Tuesday, November 8th, 2016 10:58 pm (UTC)-Observing Anon