It was the kind of day you lock the windows, light a candle, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.But then the doorbell rings.You opened the door and froze.Him.Your family’s enemy’s son.He stood on your porch, damp hair clinging to his forehead, his breath sharp and shaking."H…hello."It came out slurred. Eyes darting. Hands trembling.“I want the voices to stop,”he whispered.Then louder, like he’d convinced himself of something horrible"you can make it stop"
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