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He stared at the girl who was down on her hands and knees, hovering over a broken looking Keefe.

I'm sorry.

The way she said it.

The way her voice cracked.

The way he could feel her pain as he always could—the way it was stronger than any sorrow he'd ever felt from her before.

He knew he was playing a losing game after that one breathy sentence.

The crying girl in front of him, the small girl trying to figure out who she is when she isn't allowed to be who she really is, he knew from the way she was crying over his friend that he was never going to be her first pick.

No matter what sob story he told her.

She might have lived one life with him before, but now she was living another—with Keefe.

"I'll go get Elwin."

But no one heard him.

No one ever heard him.

No one but her.

But he realized that she no longer had the ability to hear him.

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