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The brush ran through his silky hair that barely hung past his chin. The same cobalt eyes stared back. The brush was perfectly put back in its place, as he gently touched his earring. The words from early linger in his mind, the hateful words cast at him, laughing at his own expense.
He hated it.
They all know; that everything about him is wrong.
His body doesn't even feel like belong's to him. Trapped in this cage, where he stares helplessly to his sister's, wishing to have what they were born with.
He speaks of becoming the leader of this family. That once he reaches the top of the tower, he will get everything he desires.
Khun questions if it's true.
Would their god give him everything? The darkest of dreams that remain hidden would finally become a reality?
Or would god cast him down from the tower, claiming him unworthy.
He pressed on the earring until it began to bleed slightly.
It won't matter, none if it will. If he reaches the top or not, he will remain as he is.
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