DashlynnWebb
Will was hurt. He had told himself he'd never forgive Brando for the way he left-not just physically, but mentally too.
But here Will was, standing in the fluorescent-lit aisles of a grocery store, a small involuntary smile creeping across his face.
He knew that getting back with Brando would only cause more trouble. Did he care, though? No.
Brando had left Wilson a few months earlier-no explanation, no warning. Just vanished. No ride home, no food in the fridge, nothing. Just gone.
Will had found his way back, of course. He got an Uber.
But he was still pissed. Rightfully so. But God, he missed him like hell. He missed those soft lips, he missed the way he smelled underneath his cologne, the way his hair caught the sunlight. All of it.
Nevertheless, Bran had hurt him. It was better that he left.
At least, Will kept trying to believe that.
[THIS IS MY FIRST POST ON WATTPAD AUGHHH I DONT REALLY KNOW HOW THIS WORKS BUT I HOPE YALL LIKE IT]
TW: CUSSING, MENTIONS OF SELF HARM