No one knew what the whispers in the night were, the soft cry leaving the lips of a tortured soul. No one knew, no one knew. The whisper that was Eugene, the demon, the unwanted and unseen. Eugene cries, cursing the world, the night with his plea, his wish to be what he once was. Will Eugene ever be what he was, or is he merely what he was meant to become. Eugene lets his voice carry through the night, to let everyone hear, despite the fact that no one knows, and no one knew, of the demon Eugene.
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