Changes ➵ EYEBALL CHAMBERS

Changes ➵ EYEBALL CHAMBERS

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 25, 2023
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**MAJOR EDITS ON CHAPTERS IN PROGRESS** First, it stopped with the flashlight signals at night, and then with blowing off our plans. It didn't become apparent that I was losing my best friend until it was too late. Before I could confront him about what was going on, he'd already gotten a new group of friends and started to ignore me. The lanky and sweet blue-eyed boy I'd known all my life had turned in his dorky striped crew neck shirts for a leather jacket and cherry lollipops for cigarettes. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Eyeball Chambers/OC
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PROLOGUE: There was a man sitting at home, fiddling with his pencil, trying his best to do his job. This man sat back and sighed. He was famished and in an empty house. He was about to move. Boxes littered the hallway. He had gotten a new job in another state and knew it would be better for him and for those around him. On his last deadline, he knew not what to think about, let alone the blank blueprints he was meant to fill in. He preoccupied his time with thoughts of the past, romance, and grief. He thought of the man he'd loved. The man he still loved. He thought of the house he dreamt of having with him. He considered what would make it special for them. He pictured them dancing in their living room. Then, he started to sketch his dreams, thinking of the story that would change his entire life. He attempted the home he wanted, and yet it wasn't perfect. It never was. Not for them, no. He stared at the blueprints for a long while before amending it to the customer's liking. That was his trick. This time; however, it was different. He started to remember their entire time together with simultaneous happiness and sadness. This man's name was Pluto. He was known as such since elementary, and it was, for such a long time, matching with one other. Mars. Pluto and Mars. This, now, was a distant memory. One of love and loss. This is the tale of two kids, two friends, and two lovers. Pluto and Mars.

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