On the day George Watson convinced me to run away from our wedding with him, I saw a flood of comments appearing before my eyes: [Don’t do it, Hallie Taylor! The moment you leave, your brother Benjamin Duncan will kill himself.] [George can go to hell! You clearly have someone you like, yet you’re still messing with Hallie. You’re so vicious!] [Listen to me, Hallie, even if you stepped on Benjamin’s back, he’d be happy about it.] [Do you know how much pain the restrained and controlled Benjamin endures to avoid sleeping with you? I’m dying to see you two together.] [Hallie, look back. Benjamin is falling apart.] [Go to the basement now! Benjamin is already cutting his wrists.] I quickly let go of George’s hand and ran back. Benjamin looked at me in shock. “Hallie, you…” I hugged him. “Benjamin, do you like me?” The comments before my eyes were filled with excitement. [Yes! It’s non-blood-related sibling romance! We’re saved!] “What did you say?” Benjamin looked at me with disbelief. The basement was full of my photos, along with various strange props.
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