{ It’s not his place to question it, is it? The subtle clutch is all too obvious to him, reminding him of his own ways to cope. Will avoids eye contact on purpose, but it’s not his main way of dealing. If he could just avoid looking, then it couldn’t exist. His imagination is far too vivid for him to evade fully.

The shadows are not only in front of them, he can sense them even when he closes his eyes or tries to avert them. They’re mocking him, he thinks. }

I found Winston on the side of the road one day. He followed me home. I keep her away from danger. Better for me to take it, but maybe you’re right. Keep your loved ones close?

{ The rise of his chest is in sync to his attempts to remain grounded. It’s not confessions, rather he’s grasping whatever control he can have. Little of it has ever been granted to Will. }

Have you been somewhere else, besides here with these creepy shadows?