It starts with a girl.
(It will end with a girl and she will be the same, but not really.)
In-between there's his brother, there's blood, there's tears, there's her laugh vibrating against the slope of his shoulder.
Once upon a time he used to count days. He used to count those that made him forget. He used to count those that he felt like himself. He's stopped at some point. It's better not expect anything, to be pleasantly surprised.
Sometimes he feels like he's older than he is and sometimes he feels like he's done this before and then there's a voice at the back of his mind and singsongs a name.
(Katherine)
A circle has no end.
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