❝ for it is not called rising into love.
there is in it
the idea of the fall. ❞
**currently editing because i literally wrote this in eight grade sorry**
[it 2017][stanley uris x OC]
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Maggie Saunders had lived in Derry her whole life. She knew every street, every store, every nook and cranny. Maggie knew this place like the back of her hand. But there was one thing she was uncertain about. One thing she just couldn't place a finger on. Maggie got a weird vibe from the enigmatic town. She knew about the unexplainable disappearances that had carried on ever since 1719, but never knew why. Maggie had been a curious child since birth, and it killed her to know that something abnormal has been happening to this town, but she could never get her mind to settle on one thing. Maggie had a feeling that something in this town was "feeding" off the people of Derry, but not that what was eating them had came back for yet another bite.
