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((Maxim Kehlenbrink continued from We Are Monsters))


Not Fields. Fields was dead. While Maxim was with Brendan, Ben was being killed. Good. Ben deserved to die. Ben was terrible. Ben rejected him. Time and time again. Well there'd be no more rejection.

But Lichter. Ben Lichter. His travelling companion and friend for the first day. He'd seen him leaving. He tried yelling. His voice wouldn't go loud enough. He tried making noise. Nothing. He tried chasing after him. His lungs twisted and burned. Once again they were so close. But once again they were so far away.

Maxim looked for Brendan. He chased him. He fell down the hill. He lost Brendan. He looked, and looked, and looked all day but neither him nor the boy he ran after nor the girls he left behind were there. He was alone again. His hope returned when he saw Ben, but he never caught up to Ben.

He'd vomited again. Not on himself. It decorated the point of his chin, the back of his hand. His clothes were still clean. His clothes would remain clean.

The library was a shell. A burnt shell. Bookcases twisted and crumpled. Books turned to ash. A solitary chair remained. The rest had been smashed or burned. Maxim sat firmly on this chair.

The bow, which had remained unused in his bag for almost a week. was sitting in his hands.

But there was something missing. Not the arrow. It sat in the notch.

But something else.
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I can't sing but I wrote you a song

Wrong notes but the melody's so clear

When I'm lost, I'm still close to gold

cause I found my treasure in you
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