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THE MOON IS UP
THE HOUSE IS COLD
ITS SO QUIET IT HURTS
You don't know how dark the world can be. How it weighs on you, hunching you down until you bend at odd angles, until you whisper out of your throat instead of your mouth.
Yeah.
You don't know what that's like.
But I can show you.
Whispers of moonlight, wisps of darkness. Where you walk echoes follow until you forget to be, until the fog of your memories stretches wide and the world shrinks down to a dark room. An empty room in an empty house. The door is unlocked.
One long line of light reaches into you.
first published fic of the year 🎆!
THE MOON IS UP
THE HOUSE IS COLD
ITS SO QUIET IT HURTS