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Everything had gone to hell. They knew. They knew it was all a lie. Everything that had happened had planted even more seeds of doubt. The Connor Project had started out as an amazing idea, and now it was something I would rather not think about. Zoe hates me. The whole Murphy family hates me. If anyone ever got to know the truth, I wouldn’t know what to do. I had convinced thousand of people that Connor was my friend. I had even convinced myself. If I could just start over, try again. I would give anything, anything, for another chance. I hate myself for it, all of it. If I could only...
Alone on the lonely road outside the house of the Murphy family, a young man sat in his own self-hatred. Never seeing the car approaching, nor the boy who stood beside him. The night was dark and cold. The young man’s jacket fell off of his shoulder and revealed a dandelion, it had died. The boy at his side had a similar one, placed above the angle. Soulmates that never got to know each other, the man confirmed. He was saddened by their ending, but there wasn’t much he could do for them. Not unless the boy wanted it too. The man locked eyes with the boy, his black hair fell in small curls around his shoulders. Dark eyes that bored into the man, held a plea.
“Please don’t leave him alone, he can’t.” The boy had never been more sincere in his life, but the man could tell it came from the heart.
“You won’t remember.”
“Will he?” The man nodded “Good.” The boy’s face was stern, he had decided.
And then everything started over.
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Name: Mark Evan Hansen
Mark: Dandelion
Soulmate: - - -
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