"There are so many things that I wanted so badly to tell you but I just couldn't." ~ Nina LaCour
"Do you remember her?"
"Always in the back,
hidden,
behind her easel."
"No, before, you know...
him."
"Oh."
"It's not something you forget,
she was so....
Free."
"How could anyone have seen it coming,
she was so...
Alive."
Whispers,
everywhere.
Utterly unavoidable.
Yet he yearned to hear them,
the voices,
hoping they would wound,
more than the ones in his head did.
But even they,
could not fathom the extent,
of the pain he caused,
the damage he inflicted.
He wanted to scream,
to yell in anguish,
for all that he could have done,
should have prevented.
But no one was listening.
-Logan
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