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How Long Will I Be Picking Up Pieces
Dec. 1st, 2017 10:31 pm[TW: disordered eating, depression, PTSD.]
The farmhouse is too open.
It's not the first time that Jim has felt uncomfortable in the house he grew up in. Nor is it the first time that he's found himself packing up what little he owns, using his magically-expanded shoulder bag to hold all his clothes, his books, and all the food he can carry, strapping it to the back of his motorcycle. He doesn't have much to his name, not even now. Nothing that he really cares about. Collecting too many things is dangerous. And this is why. You never know when you're going to have to leave.
This time, however, he doesn't leave without scribbling out a note for his mother, sticking it to her bedroom door. She may not be his favorite person in the world, but she deserves that much.
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The farmhouse is too open.
It's not the first time that Jim has felt uncomfortable in the house he grew up in. Nor is it the first time that he's found himself packing up what little he owns, using his magically-expanded shoulder bag to hold all his clothes, his books, and all the food he can carry, strapping it to the back of his motorcycle. He doesn't have much to his name, not even now. Nothing that he really cares about. Collecting too many things is dangerous. And this is why. You never know when you're going to have to leave.
This time, however, he doesn't leave without scribbling out a note for his mother, sticking it to her bedroom door. She may not be his favorite person in the world, but she deserves that much.
( Read more... )