The Seeds of Tomorrow
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MatureOngoing1h 32m
Last published Sun, Jul 20, 2025
"What is human connection?" Carter asked, her eyes glued to the paper in front of her.
Juliette silently observed her, mulling over the question. Weeks have gone by since their first sit down in the library, and Juliette felt herself seeing things more clearly. Those moments of silence between them, comfortable, and warm, elicited a sense of calm that quelled the raging storm inside of her mind. Juliette knew exactly what human connection was.
"It's this," the cheerleader said, and Carter looked up, her hazel eyes meeting blue ones. "You and I."
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Themes of classism, internalized homophobia, & heteronormativity.
Trigger warning:
Trauma
Bullying
SA
Homophobia
Classism
Anxiety
Depression
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