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The guy from the park, the one who had been watching me, was an omega.
I came home and couldn’t stop thinking about him.Dean gets out of a psychiatric hospital.
He spends his days in the park, drawing strangers. That is where he notices an omega who watches him every day.
Sam is strange. Too talkative. Too awkward.
Dean tries not to look at him.
It does not work.
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“Jen, where... Where's the baby?”
He saw Jensen open his mouth, and he saw the convulsive movement of his Adam's apple, up and down, he could read Jensen's lips, he knew perfectly well what Jensen had just told him, he lay there, his eyes wide open, a faint smile on his lips, that hope slipping away from him, it finally left him when Jensen said:
“He's dead, Jay. Our baby, he... He died.” -
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I always watched only him.
I watched him with my eyes wide open, his week-old stubble, his baseball cap sliding to one side. He waved his arms and slapped my shoulder. I sat to his left, pressed close to him. I breathed in his smell.
I could hide here. Curl up and stay still.
No one would touch me.
His touch was touch.
I watched him, and all around us there were screams.
The shaking crowd, people jumping from their seats, shirts riding up, exposing flat stomachs and not-so-flat ones, skin everywhere. I wasn’t supposed to see that.
I looked at him.
He was the only one I saw.
And in that moment he was exactly what he was supposed to be to me.
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- Part 1 of I shot an angel with my daddy’s riffle
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My name is Gerard Way, and I am dead.
That was the first thing he thought of when he opened his eyes in the morning.
He opened his eyes in the bed he shared with Frank, in the bedroom he shared with Frank, in the apartment he lived in with Frank. -
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“Mycroft died”, I said.
I turned around, and he wrapped his arms around me. The softness of his fingers on my neck. The nose of his, somewhere near. My collarbone, and I shuddered. My hands on his back, and he was breathing noisily, and I closed my eyes, I tried, but all of it, no way, and it raged, raged, and I opened my eyes, and all of it. There it was, by the bed, dancing and taunting. I looked, and it was unstoppable. Mycroft, on the bed. His dead body was melting. Tears of his corpse skin. Tears were coming off. They wrapped him in sheets, carried him out.Series
- Part 2 of translations in English
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