Hollow Heart
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Last published Sat, Jan 21, 2017
For as long as I can remember, I was alone.
But unlike most lonely people, I never desired friends, and I never understood why. Not that it bothered me.
At school, everyone were friends with each other, and they paid so much attention to each other that they wouldn't even notice the loners.
I was one of those loners... or should I say, the only one.
When I was young, my parents abandoned me and gave me to my older cousin, who usually didn't give a crap about me whatsoever. We never gave each other much attention, so eventually, I learned how to fend for myself.
I never knew the reasons why my life was like this.
But that was before I met Asami
My name is Kayden, I don't remember my last name, and this is my story
[A/N: This story contains some of my Anime original characters, but the animes they are from will not be mentioned. Instead, hints (which I kinda changed some details a bit so it fits with the story) will be given. If you are able to figure out what anime they're from, then good job!]
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