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look who's making it a habit to update at 11:30 owo

Dear Keefe,

I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

Yours, Tam.

Dear Keefe,

What wouldn't I give to be able to see you again? Even a photograph would do, except that no one has any of you. It's weird.

I miss you. So much.

Tam

Dear Keefe,

There's a fine line between love and hate, and I think I crossed that line a long time ago.

Tam.

Linh sighed, running her fingers over the crumpled notes covering her desk for the umpteenth time. She had found them in a neat little pile under the bed in her attempts to sneakily clean Tam's room during one of his increasingly rare nap times.

She had thought he'd stopped writing the notes. He had promised her to stop.

"Tam, this isn't healthy." Linh slid her palm along his, following his gaze at the horizon as their fingers locked together. "You can't keep doing this."

Tam had turned his head towards her, and for the first time in quite a while, Linh looked back into them....and was shocked by the overwhelming amounts of raw pain they held. Like never-ending wells of sadness and regret.

She would never in her wildest dreams have thought that losing Keefe would have affected him like...that.

And honestly, her inability to predict Tam's reaction scared her.

She was used, by now, to be able to figure out what was going on in her twin's head in the blink of an eye. She was used to being able to read him like a book. So hen she found out how gravely she'd had miscalculated...?

It hit her harder than she thought it possibly could.

"I'm....sorry, Linh." Those eyes. They were burning holes into her soul. "But...I really can't help it."

"Try, at least," she whispered hoarsely. "Just promise me you'll try. Please?"

"I promise."

"So much for promises," Linh murmured, letting her forehead rest on the edge of the desk as her fingers scrabbles at the loose bits of paper covering the wooden surface. "They're all always broken in the end."

"Linh...?"

She was up in an instant and at Tam's bedside. "Yes?"

Groggily, he sat up and blinked at her. "I was awake, you know. I don't sleep anymore."

"Tam, we both know that's not healthy."

"Eh, sleep is for the weak. I mean, look at Sophie."

Linh rolled her eyes. "Don't you dare use her as your example. The girl's practically nocturnal unless she's forcibly knocked out via sedative."

"True, true," Tam conceded. "But...yeah. Back to the topic. I heard you - and I wanted you to know that I am trying."

She must've looked really skeptical.

"I am, Linh. For real." The pleasing look was back in his eye. "But..it's hard, especially when I know that he's still out there, Alice and probably with the-"

"Stop."

"Huh?"

"I told you to stop." Linh took a step back from his bed. "You...you really do need to get it into your head. Keefe Sencen is dead. He's not coming back and his death certainly wasn't staged. Remember how Bullhorn was revived? They're saying that that's the way to know that the one who caused that change from living being to statue is dead. When their powers don't have an effect any more."

Tam's already pale face went positively white. "No."

"Yes, Tam. I don't like it, but it's reality."

"No." Tam's eyes were wide open, like a small child's when someone showed them a magic trick. "He's not dead. I know it."

"Tam-"

"HE'S NOT DEAD!"

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