Cam stared at his hand for what felt like forever, the unusual emptiness lingering around the room and in the pit of his stomach endlessly. The boy was cold, ghostly cold, so cold he felt like anything he touched would frost over and shatter.
He was so used to being surrounded by positivity and high energy people, that when it came to dealing with it on his own, it was like fighting off an army with one soldier, impossible.
Cam was usually lighthearted and soft with a bright and bubbly attitude, around the right people of course. Unfortunately, reality hurts and sometimes days don't go to plan.
The tall boy wanted to feel the same way Mason had always made him feel, warm and wanted. Delicate and fragile, ready to crack at any moment.
westsiderss ahahahhahahaaaaaa
