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Author's Notes: This was written on 1 March 2003, while I was at the Creation Convention in Seattle, Washington, waiting for Roxann Dawson to come onstage. It's the second of 3 stories written at that time.
His parents hated me. No, his mother hated me. Wade said he loved me. He pursued me relentlessly, despite all my roadblocks. I think I just gave in to make him feel happy. I couldn't make my heart feel anything more for him than I did, not even after making love to him. In fact, I think that's when I realized I felt nothing romantic for him. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen and continued wooing me.
And then Alfred brought him to the clocktower, into Harley's clutches…to his death.
I'll never outlive that guilt…