“I know in my heart that you're gone, truly gone. You made your choice, and forged reality as you dreamt it–perfection–but you simply don’t survive burning your core. It’s not possible. Complete and utter oblivion, that’s all that awaits you. So I know full well that you are gone. But whenever I look at that boy, all I see is you.”

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  -an excerpt from Ren Incantum