the house on the hill
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A tale in which a girl and boy find each other, when they're looking for something completely different.
"I saw him across the room. There was a fire-like reflection in his eyes. It danced and swirled as he watched the party from his seat at the kitchen island. It was almost as if there was a wall separating him from the rest of the world. He was disconnected and in the moment all at once."
trigger warning: contains content referencing body insecurities and eating disorders.
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