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Author's Chapter Notes:
in some twisted corner of my imagination, kellerman actually quite likes sara. uhm. she can see him literally, just not see him.
don't make me whisper your name.

the carnage unfolds underneath my bare hands
your life like origami between my fingers
i never wished to choose between your life
and mine; never wished to drink from
this bitter cup;
never wished for you to end up like me:

broken, twisted, gasping for air;
except here, face to face
i can see you-

you can't see me.