Turning a page, trying to wash away the effect of Will. Imaging the cold rain cleansing him of both blood and tears and the clenching of his heart in his chest that he shouldn't feel so acutely; abnormally so - drowning himself in the pounding of the fat droplets against his skin just to mask it.
The dull ache does not subside. Will's influence echoes in his head and engraves on his heart with each shuddering breath; scarring - it's part of him now.
Oh my... das ist mal wieder wunderschöne Arbeit! Es ist jetzt schon etwas her, aber ich komme immer noch nicht weg über das bildgewaltige Staffelfinale mit all der Gewalt im Bild... xD so much feels and questions ;A;