Where it always has been 1880
- LECTURAS 104
- Votos 15
- Partes 8
''We all have a past, secrets to keep they are the clouds on our sunny days, don't let the past cloud your judgement''
"What the hell is this?" Scott's voice is tight and steady but the photo in his hand trembles as he holds it out towards William. He is sitting on the edge of William's bed.
William blinks and shifts, his eyes darting from the stormy blue of Scott's stare to the photos on the wall behind him.
"You weren't supposed to see that," William says placing his hands on his hips as his face slides to something guarded. He looks towards the door, grasping for a distraction. "I am thinking we will go to town, maybe eat some-''
"William!" his voice cracks through the air, sharp and frayed at the ends, and Willliam's eyes snap to him instantly. It has been some time since he has seen him this angry. He knew he couldn't keep his best friend out of this, he hoped he would have some more time, to think of a proper solution or excuse but fait seemed to have other plans.
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