Here's a new one. I wonder how far it'll go...

Prologue.

They all remembered when he turn 13. His giddy prepubescent years were just about to hit their peak, and all those more-than-just-daydreaming fantasies of love dominated his thoughts. He couldn't wait to find that one girl who would wholly embody all those notions of love at first sight and falling head over heels.

They all remembered with even more clarity the day he turned 16. No smile, no blow out the candles, no rough housing on the lawn. For some reason, he refused to smile. They noticed, they said nothing.

He became a prisoner of the war raging inside his own mind.

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