Love mends even the broken parts
Maybe this was who Loren was meant to be. Had been born and raised to be. Had always been meant to end up as. However, if this was his true self finally showing its face, he wanted no part of it. Everyone who’d asked him what he wanted from life had gotten a similar answers not to be the person his family had always intended to make him, with their torture and their lies and that thing they pretended was love. Even after he'd succumbed to what felt like the inevitable, he hadn't done it willingly. At least that's not what it had felt like. It had felt like he was lost again; he hadn't found himself, he'd just given in to the darkness.
”No.” He rejected the premise with every fiber of his being, every scrap of willpower he had remaining to him. Maybe that’s why it came out so quietly. And unfortunately for them all, he didn’t know who else he could possibly be.
”No.” He rejected the premise with every fiber of his being, every scrap of willpower he had remaining to him. Maybe that’s why it came out so quietly. And unfortunately for them all, he didn’t know who else he could possibly be.
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