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there’s an ache, something just under the surface where all things fester. that was always the case for eli, wasn’t it? a boy too caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, clutching to the prospect that he was just one way, when really it was many things slamming pots and pans inside his mind.
he turns, surveying his surroundings. “bianca desousa,” eli muses aloud once he spots her on a whim, maneuvering to face her fully. “you’d tell me the truth, wouldn’t you?”














