littleskatebarndoor
I fell in love with my best friend in art school and then, with almost comic timing, became the least lovable version of myself. My parents got sick. My uncle stole the money. I had to drop out. My parents died anyway, and I was left with debt I couldn't pay and a life I couldn't look at directly. So I did what frightened, ashamed people do: I disappeared. Four years later, while I was outside a convenience store pretending a cigarette counted as a plan, Mabel found me. -Amélia
This started as an au of Grey zone, a previous story and ended up being it's own thing.
Warning: THIS IS ME BEING PISSED AT SHITTY AI STORIES AND MAKING MY OWN AI STORY. Even if I edited it a shitload to make it into a better version. The base is still AI and thus cannot be copyrighted. This isn't a masterpiece, this is slop. Please consume responsibly.