Flawed Misfortune| Fraxus

Flawed Misfortune| Fraxus

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Last published Sun, Sep 19, 2021

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"It seems that... even a completely different time line, a different life and future, could never stop me from loving you. Even if this was a curse, even if having met you this way was misfortune.... I could never abandon you. I could never forget you." Dreams come and go, some bizarre while others simply terrifying. But what could this mean? What could a recurring dream mean..? Freed began having the same exact dream days on end everytime he remotely drifted off; always starting the same though never quite ending the same. Small decisions are what matter in this scenario and understanding he is infact in a dream[ Lucid dreaming] is the key to both closure and company; very handsome, unknown company. What an eventful occurence only adding to his stressful highschool life. At least he has a new friend, even if he is just his imagination...right? Oh boy was he wrong. ⚠️ Warning!⚠️ this story contains mention of self-harm, depression, thoughts of suicide and is not meant for those who are dealing with these. Please proceed with caution. I am always open to talk if you need someone and if not, talk to loved ones about what you are dealing with, please take care. This also contains boy x boy. If you are not comfortable with that then please kindly leave this book, this is not for you.

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