Prologue

Deceit has had enough, and he can't do it anymore.

He can't deal with the pain of burdening the others. His boyfriend, Remus, doesn't need him. Deceit had a hole in his chest: a void, that he didn't think would ever fill.

Thing is, with the right attention, that hollowness could've been filled. If he was shown that he was loved, and appreciated, if he was shown that he was needed; if he was accepted, then he would've been happy.

Too bad he realised that too late.