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A/N: The art for the cover isn't mine. Credits to the artist.

I heard it, their whispers.

I know they're talking about me.

I can hear the disgust in their voices.

They can't hear my sobs.

They won't hear me cry.

They won't see me beg.


They will not see me give up.


I see him walking.

There he is, the object of my unrequited love.

My best friend.

Tim Reynolds.

And there he goes looking at his unrequited love.

My brother.

Conner McFaul.

They say he's perfect.

I say he's a monster.

A monster who steals the ones you love.

Will YOU, dear reader, listen to my story?


A hundred words!

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