Connected by the stars

Connected by the stars

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Asher Barent is an antisocial boy that is going to a foster home for the third time with the Roses'. Since the accident many years ago he's been mute and heard voices. He already came to terms that he's crazy and learned the hard way never to tell anyone about what is going on inside his head. But what happens when Olecial Heart and his friends come along with a plethora of unexplainable phenomenon's. Is he really as crazy as he thinks, or is there a more magical explanation for it all? **** Trigger warning: mental health, insomniac, cussing, blood This is boyxboy if no likey, fuck offy, homophobic fucky
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