#flowerun

addy: HEY HEY HEY!!!

there comes a moment in time for will where things begin to feel as if they're frozen all around him. this is when he becomes so utterly aware of everything. he's aware of the man kicking a rock on the pavement, staring down at his phone. he's aware of the couple giggling and then fighting and then giggling again at the corner of the beach, right where the waves hit the sand. he's aware of the little girl pulling her hood over her head as it begins to drizzle a tad and her mother adjusting her coat zipper. he's aware of the way he breathes, his chest moving up and down and up and down. it moves in sync with the way the ocean moves. it's calmer than it has been, seeing as the storm has come and gone. it's stuck inside him though, he's aware of that stupid storm and his leaking roof back at home, a bucket in the corner collecting water. drip drip drip drip. all night.

the clouds grow a darker shade of grey as time passes by, frozen but wandering. people come and people go and will feels all too aware of it all. much more than usual, at least. why is it that even now neil feels like a prominent but missing source, completely unaware ? an energy left unattended. it's a desperate need itching at his skin again, back to where he started. neil being unknown again. flower boy with the blue eyes and a bicycle. who are you again ? a rush of anger hits him just as the ocean shifts again, salt water hitting sand with a harsh blow, then retreats calmly back to where it came from. it all comes in bursts of small numbers. anger, a desperate need, a love, a calmness. finally he stands, the world rushing back into place with movement and time ticking away again. it takes a deep intake of air before his feet begin to move, his hands stuck at his sides and bigger droplets of rain beginning to hit his head of brown curls.

will doesn't know when he started sprinting, but he has, and the rain is harder than it was moments ago. it's hard to see but his feet move anyway and breaths come in bursts just as his emotions do, the ocean still in mind. it's when he's at neil's place that his feet finally stop moving, his chest feeling as though it might explode and his mind might give out from the lack of oxygen reaching his brain. it's with heavy breaths that he pads up to his door, but once his hand is risen to knock, it stops. hesitance crashes in again and regret pools through his mind and through his blood. do it, will, just fucking do it. he knocks, takes a step back, his hair wet along with his clothes, feeling a wave of relief this time around. this will drastically change once he sees him, that was always a given. stupid pale blues.

addy: hey

addy: neil

addy: hey

addy: neil

addy: !!!!

between seconds and the silence of his home, will has lost track of time. he's lost track of how long he's been lying on his bed, making out with neil parrish -- but it was a thing of pure ecstasy. the tips of his fingers stung and his heart pounds so loud in his chest that he swears he can hear it in his ears. will lies above him carefully, his hands planted beneath the both of them, pressing into the mattress.

WILL: i went to a bloody pride event today

WILL: i know i know you're in shock i am too. i've got chalk and glitter all over me and in places that it shouldn't be