“Just words,” Sebastian repeated flatly, his expression darkening. His voice was very soft as he continued. “You know, when I was seventeen, there was a boy living down the street from us. He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend. When some dumb jocks like you found out about us, they called us faggots, disgusting poofs, freaks, told us that we were going to hell and so on—just words, you know.” Vlad leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “So?” “He killed himself,” Sebastian said hoarsely, holding his gaze. “Because of bullies like you who don’t think before opening
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