ANDREW BLACK
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"I can have peace of mind only when I forgive rather than judge."- Gerald Jampolsky.
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Levi retracted his hands from the warmth, the red stained his fingers and some hid in the space between his nail and skin. By the red, frightened brown eyes tried to speak to him. It must have been difficult to speak with a slit throat. You must know by now the red is blood but do not be mistaken he was no cold-blooded killer, everything happens for a reason.
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"Found you!" Levi heard as green eyes popped from above the table, black locks falling like rainfall in front of his face. "You really should be more creative."
"I don't want you to get tired and leave me."
"I'd always find you. Be it the highest tree, or the deep in the mountain or lost in the city, or even across the sea, I will always find you and I will never leave you... you are stuck with me forever!"
Levi could hear the echo of laughter from his younger self as his hair was ruffled. His heart stung. 'So much for forever.'
"It was an easier time," he sighed out.
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The heart of man is easily influenced and such leads to the departure of many from this world much too early. This was a fact he understood all too well, as with those same hands, he took the life of his own.
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However, it is still much too early for you to know the details but Levison Dalte is soon to find out he is not the only one in this tedious journey.
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