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❝𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢. 𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪!❞ ❝𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙅𝙤𝙚𝙮? 𝙄𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙚!❞ ❝𝙔𝙚𝙨! 𝙔𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨!❞
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Rayen Marshall was always second. Second in school races, second to her sister. But being the shadow had taught her something. There was always someone better. It didn't matter who they were, it was just the truth. So she made herself useful; she packed the lunches when her mother worked late shifts, she helped with the cleaning when her father was asleep. Hoping that if she made herself needed she would be wanted. But when things only get worse, and the secret she's carrying slowly wraps around her heart, holding it together by a strand before it shatters into a million little pieces, she doesn't know how to stop it.
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Joey Lynch was always fighting. Fighting his father, fighting his teammates, fighting the demons in his mind. He was born a saviour, saving everybody except for him. After Darren's departure he swore he would never leave them, even if it meant he died in that house. He was anything he needed to be while he drowned in his own struggles, if someone was about to fall apart, he pulled them back up in time, even if it hurt his arms. Not because he wanted to but because he needed too. His mother hated him for being a lion in a house full of sheep. But the monsters were never under Joey's bed, they were in his head, whispering thoughts in the middle of the night and the one thing he had used as an escape was something he needed to esca