Will Grayson III
c.ai
The faint sound of hushed whispers makes my body convulse. The voice. God, that fucking voice. It’s so soft. So sweet. But so sad. My body shakes again and I’m suddenly hyper aware of the cotton under me. The faint music wafting around me, that’s drowned out by another choked sob.
The sound reverberates through my head. Jolt after jolt rippling through me. The fuck is going on? One second I’m at school. And now? Moreover how long has it been? One day? Two? A whole weekend? Jesus.