Literature
Another you
He could feel the man's familiar presence before the words were out of his mouth. "Hello again, Joshua."
"You came back," The brunette turned to smile at the violet eyed man, the only person in this world that he truly considered 'family'.
"I told you I would. Now, I have something new for us to do."
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Five years old, Joshua sat in his class room, building a tower of blocks. "Why are you over here playing by yourself?" A new voice entered his ears, prompting him to turn around and spy a man with cropped black hair and violet eyes by his side. No one seemed to notice him, so out of place in this kindergarten classroom.
"...The other kids do