Rook was woken up by the grinding of the brakes on the wheels, and rubbed his eyes blearily. What was it, half past ten? It wasn’t any later than that, not with the sun cutting a beam directly into his eyes.
tw: dissociation, grief, implied transphobia, abuse/death briefly discussed, self-destructive flirting Funnily enough, this was the first time I’d been in a closet since I was fifteen. It was a storage closet, not the closet—details. I don’t know why it occurred to me. (When was the last time you saw a ghost move on when was … Continue reading Ghosts in Quicksilver: Chapter 2.4: Behind Closed Doors
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