Prologue

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It wasn't supposed to be like this.  It was never supposed to have went this way...or this far.  The man with the untameable silver hair, dark eye, black mask covering up to his nose and one eye, and brooding posture stood on the sidewalk in the gray October afternoon.  Staring up at the brownstone, he didn't know what to say.  He didn't know how to say it, even though he didn't know what "it" was.  As the wind whipped at the dark gray trench coat, fluttering the royal blue scarf around his neck, the chill seemed to cut him to the core.  Sighing, he trudged up the stairs...

No, it wasn't supposed to be like this, the blonde thought.  Sweat pant covered legs with bare feet pulled up underneath him, a too large tee shirt on,  bright blue eyes stared at the door.  He willed it to open.  He prayed for it to open.  But...he didn't want it to open.  Because when it did, his whole world may topple.  Sighing, he waited...

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