The things we do to survive gnaw away at our skin. Casper just wants to escape his urban hell, but the poison of apathy brings all to their knees.
A series of chance meetings with the perfect stranger casts a light in Casper's life that he hasn't seen in years. Could it be what he needs to find hope, or is it the last push off the edge?
Is there more to this than a madness?
Within these walls, white is black and black is grey, and the line between reality and delusion blurs beneath his feet.
This is a story I've already written and I'll be uploading chapters every two days? Maybe? Let me know if what sort of schedule you'd like if you want to keep reading!
Sexual abuse & prostitution is heavily implied but doesn't happen explicitly on screen.
It's a story about two people healing each other in a kinda messed up way, then ruining things then fixing them again.
Honestly, I just think it's super cute - I like writing stories that make me feel fuzzy - and I hope someone else enjoys my boy's story too.