^agnelino.

     _{there is no way to do this without sounding crazy –    but despite,  there’s real headiness to the oddity that has plagued her.     ❛ i mean  —-    i’ve just.  i don’t know,   there’s a lot of darkness.  and this tensity ..  like,  this FEAR, that’s just coming off of everything.    like you can smell it..       it’s this PLACE i saw.   i know this sounds ridiculous,  but.  IT HAPPENS.  the dreams and stuff.     i keep that shit to myself usually,  but this is something bigger.   something that’s actually important.     —-     i saw will there. ❜}

                          ^{❝  dreams  ? —  wh- what are you talking about ?  ❞   everything she says piles onto his shoulders, making him feel heavier than before.   FEAR being the one to wrap around his brain and squeeze, sending ripples of worry down his spine.   and then she says Will’s name, making his eyes widen and fingers curl into fists so he can dig his nails into his palm.    ( something he’s grown to find somewhat comforting )    he still doesn’t understand what she’s talking about, his concern blanketing any other thoughts, but he doesn’t look away.   ❝  you saw Will ?  where did you see him ?  w-where is he ?!  ❞   his voice is full of desperation now as he takes a step closer to her.  he’s just proud of himself for keeping the tears at bay.}