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I had this idea of writing a little bit of a story whenever I got the chance. No planning, no character sheets, no major amount of research. I'm not even sure of what I will be writing. Let's see what happens when I try to write without being a perfectionist, shall we?



The rain patters on my roof, my windowsill, my hair. I suppose I should care that I'm getting soaked to the skin, but my attention is completely focused on the man walking up my driveway. Black jeans, a khaki shirt, and stringy locks of brunet hair. Recognition dawning on me, I close my window and pull the curtains shut.

It's Cameron.

And I can't face him now. Not now.

I can't face my own brother.