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I sit and look at myself in the mirror sometimes, when I've got no makeup on, no products in my hair. The real Vince Noir, as nature intended.
I think I'm the only person who's met him.
The face I show to the world, that isn't me. It's not even close.
Not even Howard knows the real me, though he thinks he does.
He doesn't see the cuts that disfigure my skin, because I hide them.
He doesn't hear me throwing up after meals, because I don't want him to.
He doesn't know the number of times I've sat with a bottle of pills in my hand, just willing myself to not be such a coward and take them. I feel so weak and pathetic every time I place the bottle back in the medicine cabinet.
I show a face to the world; the face of a man in control.
A happy man, one who doesn't have a care in the world, who has the perfect life where everything comes so easily.
And people believe it, I am surrounded by friends and admirers.
But I am completely alone.
These friendships, they run no further than skin deep. Even Howard, my closest friend, doesn't have a clue what I'm really like.
Would anyone notice if I just wasn't here?
And would they even care?
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A/N: unrelated to the fic, but I want to say something.
I'm not sure that this is really the place to put this, so I'm sorry if this seems completely inappropriate, but I am feeling really bad about certain fanfiction members who have been writing anti-homosexuality, pro-Christianity fics and reviews. I'm just concerned this is putting across totally the wrong impression of this religion. I myself have been a practicing Christian for over 2 years now, and one in 'name only' for my entire life; I believe that the Lord has saved my life in many ways, but that does not mean I am anti-homosexuality, I respect people's right to their own beliefs and orientation. As do all my friends who are Christian. I personally have gay friends, and friends who do not believe in God. And I have no problem with that, people have a right to live their own life however they choose. It is not up to me or anyone else to try and 'save' them, or convert them to thinking in a different way.
And anyway, even if it is your view that people need to be 'saved', there is a time and a place. To write a story about murder does not condone the act, and the same goes for slash fiction, so just leave people alone to write whatever they wish.
Again, sorry if no-one wants to hear this and sorry if it spoilt this chapter for anyone, but I really wanted to set the record straight that we as a religious group are not all like that.