Halcyon (Bo Burnham Fanfiction)
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hal·cy·on
ˈhalsēən/
adjective
1. denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.
Young and to say the least dumb Bo meets the perfect girl. She is his ticket out of this hole he's dug himself. But will he give up his comfortable drug addicted and alcoholic life style for her? Or will she give up on him before he can make up his mind.
A/N: This is a story made to relieve stress so I don't research information or fact check myself. Constructive criticism is more than welcome so if you see something that's wrong you're absolutely welcome to tell me.
Also just a heads up I wrote this when I was 14 and is pretty cliché ;-;... so yeah. You've been warned.
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