Jul 10, 2019
“Why you’se here?” Eddy asked as he wrapped his hand around a piece of Crutchie’s shirt. Crutchie had to think.
“Here?”
“The Refuge.” The word itself seemed to cause the boy pain.Â
“The Refuge” he repeated under his breath. Deep in his gut, Crutchie always knew where he was. The crowded room, barred windows, freezing temperatures, and filthy atmosphere was just as the boys at the lodge had described it. But somehow he’d still clung to the idea he was anywhere else.
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It’s just a little sneak peak to a fic I’m writing! I’d love to talk about it! Thank you all!  Â
