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Who Are You
"Who are you, Alyce?" The man questioned softly. He had an edge to his voice, as if he were commanding me to search my brains for an answer.
"Mary Alyce Charpentier." I whispered. "People call me Alyce."
"No." He shook his head, eyes closed before opening them. His bright blue eyes stared into my own before he questioned me again. "Who are you?"
"I'm just...I'm me...I don't--I can't--what do you want me to say?"
"Who are you? What makes you who you are?"
"I'm nothing special." I shook my head.
"Everyone has something that makes them who they are, a special talent." He shook his head. "Who are you, Alyce?"
"I don't know!" I cried.
"Everyone here is known for that one thing that makes them special." He said firmly. "What is yours, Alyce? Who are you?"
"I--I--I'm--"
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A fanfiction loosely created on the basis of the BVB album "Wretched and Divine."
"Mary Alyce Charpentier." I whispered. "People call me Alyce."
"No." He shook his head, eyes closed before opening them. His bright blue eyes stared into my own before he questioned me again. "Who are you?"
"I'm just...I'm me...I don't--I can't--what do you want me to say?"
"Who are you? What makes you who you are?"
"I'm nothing special." I shook my head.
"Everyone has something that makes them who they are, a special talent." He shook his head. "Who are you, Alyce?"
"I don't know!" I cried.
"Everyone here is known for that one thing that makes them special." He said firmly. "What is yours, Alyce? Who are you?"
"I--I--I'm--"
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A fanfiction loosely created on the basis of the BVB album "Wretched and Divine."