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William Strife was not one to linger on pieces of the past, but this was not only a piece of the past, this was a piece of his heart, torn out and crushed beneath the boot of the gods of this world, if such a thing existed. This world was hardly a speck in the entire spectrum of the universe. What did it matter if one person was gone? Well, actually, it mattered a whole fucking lot to Will. Was it really too much to ask? A peaceful life? Away from pain and death and suffering? The name of Alexander Parvis was one to be cherished and remembered in great love and detail, and so that is what Will did. He thought about him every night as he fell asleep, remembering the feel of the other man wrapped tightly in his own arms. Everything brought back memories. The memories were all strong. They were sweet, yet tangy as fresh blood. But perhaps this was the best way to remember them. And so every day Will relived it all, just through the help of his memories. TW~ MCD, self-harm
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