Invisible
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Complete Tue, Jul 29, 20251h 35m
Mirth hides behind laughter. Orrin doesn't bother-just enough to disappear into the crowd.
A near-accident. A project. Shared silence. Cold hands.
Different wounds, same blood-red.
This is the story of them trying to exist unseen in a world far too big for their frames.
(Set in the same universe as Three-Legged Chair, and Twilight)
⚠ This story touches on mental health struggles, including thoughts of suicide and self-harm (Just thoughts)
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