MISERIES

MISERIES

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They say the greatest thing a person can give is love. They say the greatest gift you can give a person is the gift of love. You ask, what is the greatest thing? And you know the answer. Love. But for them, they don't care about love. One never had it. One had it before. One didn't want it. One looked right at it but didn't know what it was. One wished they had it in a different way. Entirely. So no, they don't care about love. Why should they when they face constant miseries. They were lied to. Framed. Lied on. Abused. Punished. Angered. They couldn't care about love. There was no space left in their hearts. So they use their head. How unfortunate that the head puts every other thing above love.
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If his sixteen years experience has taught Mikey Alston only one thing, it's this: Life is too damn cruel to face alone... The ice took our car off the road. The tree wrecked it. Tate and I didn't make it out unscathed. My parents didn't make it out alive... I was eleven, and that's the day my whole world was ripped away from me. My brother, David, was twenty-one. All the family I had left, I needed him. He didn't need me. David sent me away. Packed me off far across the country from my hometown in Devon - from Tate and everything I'd ever known, to live with grandparents I'd never known. Six years is a long time. But now I'm back. (Not through choice. Not mine, anyway). And Tate's still here. Only... he's not the boy I left behind. He won't speak to me. Won't speak to anyone. The one upshot of my return to a life I no longer fit and he's letting me down spectacularly. Well, Tate, here's the thing: I'm not giving up on you. I'm not everybody else. You can't shut me out. You need me - we need each other. And we will be friends again. Best friends. I'm decided. It's decided.

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