Hewasn''''therfriend.Notanythingtoher,really.Andwhointhisworldwouldmournhim?
Hehadalwaysbeenanoutcast,ashadowslippingthroughthecracksofasocietythathadneverwantedhim.
Aliveordead,whowouldevennotice?
Andher—whatwasshe?
Acreatureofinstintetheredfrommorality,drivenonlybytheraw,gnawihatpulsihherskin.Whocouldjudgeher?Whohadtheright?
Justasthestemberofhispresenceflickeredtowardoblivion,footstepsechoedoutside.
Closer.Closer.
Julian''''seyesflewopen,wide,bloodshot,thewhitesstarkagainsthisashenface.
Hisgazedartedfromthegirlstilltchedontohimtothedoor,nowcreakingopen.
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