Alla Breve
art by Arvy
inspired by the fic Alla Breve
written by julads
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"Remember that time I ran away? When we were young?" Kyle asks, still staring out the window. "Of course I do. I was terrified." We had been fourteen. Kyle had strolled back home two days later with little explanation other than that he was feeling adventurous. His mother slapped him in front of all of us, then took him to a psychiatrist the next day. "I was trying to get to the surface," he says, a smile curling at the corner of his lips. "I wanted to walk on it so badly."
- excerpt from Alla Breve
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