IN HER PLACE

IN HER PLACE

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He's standing in the doorway - silent, unreadable - until he crosses the room in three long strides. I say his name. I think I mean it as a warning. But then his hand is on my waist. He kisses me like a hungry man who's been starving for days. He's trying to make me open up to give him access and I do. And just like that, I forget why I should stop him. Until he freezes and I know he's come to when he leans back that's when I smell the alcohol on him. He's drunk. And tomorrow I'll be the one paying for it. ********************************************** Disclaimer: The images used in this story are for visual inspiration only. I do not own or claim any rights to the people shown - they simply represent how I imagine my characters. This story is a work of fiction and not affiliated with any real individuals.
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He draws constellations on his sneakers and disappears in a crowd like he was never there. The other lights up every room he walks into-too loud, too much, and somehow still lonely. One hides behind silence. The other behind a smile. And when their worlds finally collide, it's not fireworks- It's quiet. Slow. A little bit painful. At a school where people only see what they want to, one boy is being hurt in the moments no one's around. And the only one who sees it? Pretends not to-until he can't anymore. A slow-burn love story about unspoken things, hallway bruises, unshared lunches, and the terrifying softness of being seen. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, inspired in part by real-life observations-moments, people, and dynamics that lingered in memory. While the characters and events are mostly fictional, some emotional experiences were drawn from things I've seen or felt in passing. If any part of the story seems to be similar to another it is unintentional. I also don't own any of the art that you might see all credits go to original owners but if you'd like to use any of the characters please ask first.

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