When I was little, I found this place close to a cemetary that had a pond. No one really knew about it. There was fishes in the water, and beautiful feilds. I found it because I couldn't be by that cemetary anymore. It just was....y'know, horrible. So I explored, and one I found it, I never regreted it. I still go there. It's where I think. I know it also sounds a little cliche, but I think it's my escape place. It's just so beautiful and relaxing, it's like a second home. Maybe even a better home,
Just maybe.
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Maybe.||Lashton
FanfictionIn which Luke met a boy who always said maybe because he didn't want to tell people the ugly truth we call life. [COMPLETED]
