This whole story is fiction, and there's nothing in it that I support or believe in.
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I don't know what to make of this world anymore.
The world is a funny place.
They tell you you're a speck in the universe, meaning you're miniscule; you're null. I have always thought of it this way, not precisely of myself, oh no. My parents have always taught me to be a "useful" speck, and that the people who hurt me were the "null" speck; meaning they couldn't hurt me. They couldn't make my life a living hell.
They haven't seen Dylan, well they have, but not the other side of him, at least. He's not even a speck. He is the whole universe. He has my whole life in his hands and he could mold me and twist me however he wants and I couldn't say no.
This is how my story begins.
This is how I met Dylan.