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25. I Can’t Make You Love Me
~ CONNOR’s POV ~ With shaky hands, she pressed the play button and Wes’s face popped up on the screen. On the bottom part of the screen, the date showed that it was filmed in late August last year. Wes looked tired and disheveled, with bags under his eyes. His skin was pale and frail, and his eyes were empty. He was alive then, but he looked like a walking zombie. “Hey, world. Hey, everyone. It’s me, Wes,” he waved lazily to the camera. Her hands shook and trembled. Her eyes glistened with tears at the sight of her brother. I held my hands up and caught hers in a supporting manner, just in case she might not be strong enough to hold the camera on her own. “As you can probably tell, I’m in a pretty messed up state right now,” Wes continued talking. He sounded delirious. “D
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