he rested his head against the shower wall. eyes closed. the only sounds were the water trickling behind him. his curls soaked up the water like a sponge. he couldn't get that boy out of his head. he grunted in desperation, hoping anything would stand out to the boy. anything. he so desperately wanted to be accepted. he wanted that love everyone had always spoken of. he knew he wasn't much, but he deserved a chance. that boy. he pounded his head until the image left. when it did, it immediately came back. who was he? he needed to find out. he needed to.
