Inferno  ·  OBX

Inferno · OBX

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Fanfic
Outer Banks
Original Character (OC)
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Since she was born, Sadie Maybank felt inferior. The way people looked at her, the way her father threw her around like she was nothing, the way her brother treated her as if she were a mere inconvenience. Everything always felt out of reach, as if her fingertips faded through family and reality like a cloud. She didn't belong. Never had. The world wasn't hers, she was just living in everyone's else's. She had always been alone. Perched up on the swing-sets alone. Ate lunch during recess alone. Walked along the beach alone. Just always, awfully alone. Until she wasn't. Until hope, care, family - one with no biological blood, just familiarity and the lingering feeling of safety that sat beneath her chest - clasped her hands together and made her feel like she belonged. But even then, beneath the surface of false truth, biting secrets tended to leave marks. © sinclairs / January 17th, 2025 ─ ? ౨ৎ updates set in season 2
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