look at all there is around you

and he said; "nou, je maakt me gek," the sound crackled through the phone and i wondered to myself whether i should try to make sense of it all.
"don't speak dutch to me, lysander, it's an ugly language."
"fuck you then," he laughs then mumbles, "not everyone can speak love languages."

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fieo has a name that was made up, a black dog that follows him everywhere and an unruly sister who's about to leave for university. he's always seemed unattainable-too whimsical for his own good, until he meets lysander, a boy in his year who shares a lot of mutual friends and has a lopsided grin.

a slow but tender friendship arises and fieo finds himself hopelessly enamoured with lysander who is equally as clueless and too benevolent to notice anything.

between adventures across the british countryside, trips to a small clearing of trees and a photography assignment lysander often thinks about fieo and his eccentric band of friends.

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chapters will be posted in groups of ten, whenever i am happy with the next group of ten i will post them.