Stein was tucked in bed, with 'Franklin' softly brushing his hair with his fingers and humming a tune to him.
Yet Stein could not close his eyes, after the voices he just heard in his head.
"Hmmm..... mm.... mmmm..." 'Franklin' still patiently singing his lullaby.
It sounded too sickeningly sweet. Why is it so sweet?
It does not help with the turbulence of Stein's emotion at all. It was like that song.....
Is being sung to another.
Not to him.
His mellow voice dripped like honey into his ear, and further mellified him into the sweetness of something that was meant to be for another, only projecting that sweetness to him. He was a substitute. He was a mere copy, not the original...
Every part of him is.
Andres.
That person..... How much did he mean to Franklin's heart? For Franklin to feel betrayed that way?