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He played the song over and over again as he drove; he heard Gansey, Adam, Blue all protest it. The first two more often than the latter and with each memory he broke a little more. Gone, every one of them. Oh, Blue and Adam were accessible, if he choose to let them be. But one, was no longer a secret for Ronan, no that one was the source of Ronan's grief, his pain, because that one had taken the only real brother he truly had. The other, he did not know what to say, how to face that one, because that ones grief cut as deep as his.

Instead, the Greywaren took his raven, what few belongings he truly wanted with him. Such as the pair of wireframes hanging from the rearview mirror and he flung himself into his BMW, New Orleans.

It felt like a city you could get lost in and right now, Ronan Lynch wants to get lost. Spiritual energy and rage, they seemed to be all the young man was made of. Features hard, angles more pronounced due to the deep scowl, shaved head and blue eyes that cut like a knife.

He parked where he pleased when he arrived, swung himself out of the car and looked around the French Quarter.

The pulse of energy in this town tingled in his veins, he wanted to dream (It was strong enough maybe he would even see Noah again). He wanted to go to sleep and dream forever but the raven on his shoulder would not let him, instead she squawked "Kerah..." "Yes.." The boy replied, as this was her name for him and he was telling her in his own way that here they would stay.
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Ronan Lynch

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