The Shape of Being Seen.

Theodore James is a tired boy, not just in the sense of lack of sleep, but emotionally and mentally.
Always overthinking everything despite what he looks to most.

Aniston Christian is a sweet girl, being kind to everyone and always trying to bring others together.
Wanting only to understand everyone and be there for them.

She stays with him, even when he doesn't know he needs her.
Their connection isn't comparatively unique, but it's a connection built upon safety; seeing not only the flaws but the realist most genuine versions of themselves.

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He fidgets with his hands, his eyes unable to reach hers of clarity, of understanding.
She rests her hand on his drawing his attention unbeknownst to even himself.

"You can be yourself around me Theo, you know that right?"
"I want to know all of 𝘠𝘰𝘶, not just the you others want to see.
I want to see the rawest and realest version of you."

His heartbeat is deep and rapid, his lungs gasping for air that it already has.
His eyes meet hers, her blue eyes like a deep ocean full of life.
Sparkling with a version of her only ever seen now by him.

The expression on her face makes him shiver,
She sees right past it,

Shes seen every shape of him.

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Started: 03/15/26

Ended: Not quite yet