Chapter Maverick, age 23
In a world full of bad, Harley was a good thing.
My good thing.
My anchor in the world’s chaos.
At least he was until the world tore him out of the hole he’d burrowed into my chest.
There were no letters.
No phone calls.
No visits.
Nothing.
He was just gone. It was as if we simply ceased to exist… a flame snuffed out before we could ever be.
-Maverick, age 23
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