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Austin's room was filled with posters.

Posters of a boy. A boy, standing on a stage. The same boy, singing into a mic. The same boy, who was her drug.

Whenever she couldn't sleep, she would listen to Xavier Redd.

Whenever she felt distressed, she would listen to Xavier Redd.

Whenever she remembered Tony, and tears started dripping down her cheeks, Xavier Redd would sing a soothing melody for her.

And when she felt like she couldn't do it anymore, she would look at his cheerful grin.

Xavier Redd was keeping her sane. And he didn't even know it. His mere existence warmed her soul, gave her life.

He was her savior.

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