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gram’s never really looked at eugene. he’s always looked through her, through her and into black.
the longing stares, lingering touches, desperate kisses. none of them we’re for her, they we’re always for gram. gram searched for remnants of black in eugene. tried to feel him on her skin, taste him in her mouth. he’d never wanted eugene.
the g was never for gene. neither was the note.
b, black. g, gram.
but black would never know, gram would never tell him. it was too late for that anyways. black had stepped away from his position in the gang for white. he was really gone this time, there was no extra twin to stand in for him.
so he’d have to live like this. living with eugene, living with the ghost of black. not a single glance would ever be at eugene, it’d be at the place where black was supposed to be.