In the middle of nowhere, there was a small nameless town. In this town there was often snow on the ground or puddles interspersing the cracked and overgrown pavements. The people who dwelled in this town were the type to look out for their own, and cliques between families were common. Supplies from neighbouring cities would be brought in once or twice a month by lorry, other products necessary for living were sourced by the inhabitants themselves.
Many of these folk had lived in this town for generations and acquaintances were well established.
There were, of course, outcasts within this small community. Descendants of some wayward daughter or unruly nephew, long abandoned by the major families.
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Dancing With Your Ghost // B X B
Fanfiction*THIS WAS WRITTEN IN 2020 in which two boys form a posthumous romance that neither will ever forget. when the spirit of a boy who died four years ago stays on in search of love, something he had been deprived of his entire life, what will happen whe...
