In another continent, in another place, there was someone else living pretty much in the same way Love did.
It was a boy. His name was Deren. Just like Love, he had blurry memories and not that much of a social life.
The different thing about him was that he was normal. He didn't have any giant wings or stuff like that.
He didn't have the same age with Love either. Deren was 17.
He felt like a total loser. He had no parents, no friends and he didn't know any girl to have a crush on him.
Physically Deren was OK, more than OK. The problem was in his arm. He had these big messy tattoos around it. Deren always tried to cover them, but in summer things weren't easy.
Now that he was almost a grown-up, those tattoos weren't that much of a problem, but things weren't like that when he was younger.
At school everybody used to bully him. He always tried to explain that he was born with those tattoos, but no one would believe him. Those events of the past were affecting at his present. The same people who used to bully him, now were keeping him isolated from the rest of the town.
Daren left school at an early age and he had no regrets about that. He was full of anger inside and he couldn't stay in that place any longer. He wasn't able to do that.
Daren let all the rage go out while writing lyrics and playing on his electronic guitar. That was the only way for him to feel better.
Daren lived in a small apartment. It's not like he needed a lot of space in the end of all. The place was a total mess, but he was always able to find what he was looking for instantly.
He couldn't wait until he would turn 18. He wanted to run away, no matter what.
Every night at full moon, his tattoos shined bright. His arm felt like it was burning, but he was OK with that.
Deren's apartment number was 13. That number somehow made people not to want to talk to him. He always thought that was a stupid ass thing, but he couldn't change that. He felt like he couldn't change a thing.
In that evening was full moon. His tattoos shined brighter than ever before, but Daren wasn't paying attention to that. He was playing on his guitar a melody that was stuck in his head for a long time.
The melody had everything he was feeling. It had pain, fear, rage, emptiness. It was a beautiful melody. You could never get bored listening to it.
While playing it, he heard a knock on the door. In a moment Daren thought that his bulliers started doing that old joke again, but he also knew that now that those guys were grown - up, they were afraid to come in there, because of the number 13, just like everyone else on this town.
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