Torn between what's real and what's not, Lucy struggles to decide whether her memories of a particular childhood friend are real, fabricated by her imagination, or perhaps something else entirely, like an apparition.
Following the death of her mother at only five years old, Lucy had no choice but to live alone with her father, who handled his grief poorly. By being unable to move on, he affected her life adversely in many ways.
The only source of solace in her life at that time was a friendship she formed with a mysterious boy of the same town where she lived, which eventually evolved into a crush.
Now, as time passed and Lucy grew older, she wanted to make sense of her earlier recollections of that boy, only to find out that he was nowhere to be found, leaving her questioning everything she once believed.
Caution: Some scenes may be triggering. Reader discretion is advised.
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Y/N was not living life. She survived everyday with constant harmful thoughts.
How long until her landlord would kick her ass out of the apartment?
How many triple shifts until her body refuses and she'd die out of a burnout?
Eat.Sleep.Work.
That was her schedule. No fun allowed. And when she thinks her life couldn't get any worse a creepy golfball head decided to take more interest in her... More than she'd like...
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