It was... Cold. Even with how many blankets and sweaters Travis wore, it was all so cold. It's lonely, isolated, and just empty. Anyone who came close, they were instantly pushed away and ended up fighting them. He wasn't too familiar of affection but mostly receives them through his mother. But after Sal had approached him in the bathroom, with the stall door just separating them from each other, there was a small feeling of warmth that he felt and now, he wasn't too sure what to do with it.
*Trigger Warning*
Abuse, Swearing, Violence, Homophobic slurs, Suicidal thoughts
If you are not comfortable with any of these subjects, please do not proceed to reading this book. I will be lessening the mentions of these topics as these are sensitive topics and aren't something to be romanticized.
Book Cover Photo credit: https://www.flickr.com/photos/njssli23/2178773493/
*very slow updates*
Travis grew up knowing a couple things. One of those things was that being gay was a sin, and that if you were gay, or anything like that, you're going to hell. Or at least, that's what he was told. But after an incident with Sal in the boys washroom, Travis starts to think that he might have been wrong the whole time.
Just a quick warning, this is a pretty heavy story and contains things like abuse (both verbal and physical), drug use, suicidal thoughts and attempts, slurs and swearing. I'm adding trigger warnings but read carefully, don't force yourself to read anything you don't want to :)
Otherwise enjoy the story!