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“He never has before.”
I’m still hurting from the frowning, cruel piano teacher who stole music from me. Hurting from the pain of my mother forcing me as a child to play exactly as I was instructed, to be the prodigy she so desperately wished me to be.
I haven’t cried in years… Liam playing from the heart so freely was like a bullet to the chest.
“Did I reach you?”
“Yes, you did.”
I don’t need morals about sex in a place like this. If anything, I’ll just think of it as another form of therapy.
“Don’t act like you don’t crave my tongue on your pussy again.”
“Go lick Yelina’s pussy, she’s right over there.”
“Tell me to go lick Yelina’s pussy one more time, Wynn,”
“Go. Lick. Someone. Else’s. Pussy.”
“Have you looked into us yet, Miss
Detective?”
“Of course not. Should I?”
“You won’t like what you find.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Liam.”
“Because my story is a sad one.”
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“My brother Neil was taking a turn when I tried to show him something stupid on my phone. I don’t even remember what it was—it was so stupid.”
“You remind me of him. He had the same cancerous sadness that you carry in your eyes.”
“You blame yourself.”
“Is that when you started to hurt yourself?”
“I don’t want to know,”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to know what made you want ...
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The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.
We’re all afraid of the dark at some point in our lives, but with Liam, it’s when his mom texts him.
My time in the army haunts me. I watched all my short-term friends die until I learned to stop connecting with others.
That itch pulls beneath my skin, the desire to feel pain, to hurt myself.
I want to hurt as much as she and Lanston do; I want to feel the pain they experience. I want to punish myself for not being a better man… for not being good enough.
“Do you get upset when I play?”
“What?”
“When I play the piano. Does it...
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“No… It’s actually really nice to...
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“Is that why you’ve been gloomy al...
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“I didn’t mean to make you sad earlier—you cry every si...
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“You didn’t make me sad, Liam… You opened up old wounds. I felt the music coming from your soul, and I felt the pain and sorrow that I’ve locked away for such a long time. I’m happy that I cried—and that it was you who broke my walls down enough to do so.”
Men. They sure act tough, but the second they catch a cold or have to investigate a sinister dark basement for missing people, the charade is over—the
if I know one thing from murder TV shows, it’s that the predator always returns to the site.
I didn’t want to see you hurt again.”
“It was never my own to share. Those before us… they made this place.”
“No—I knew the moment I saw you. You were not to be pitied. Your mind is a beautiful and dangerous thing, Wynn, sick as it may be. But your soul illuminates the world around you, setting all else ablaze with your inevitable anguish.”
