Weight of Living {Duncan+Tweed ft.Cody}
Aug 23, 2014 23:15:16 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 23:15:16 GMT -5
From the edge of Owen’s bed, I could see the multiple boxes of his belongings stacked against the far wall. Old flannels and pieces of paper overflowed from both, as if the job of putting his things away had been done only to the point of partial completion, like the memories that clung to them were too fragile to handle, even with the most delicate touch. They hadn’t been handled as so, however, and soon after his cannon sounded (though it hadn’t stopped since), Cody had come barging in, tossing miscellaneous things to the corner in which they now sat and talking through gritted teeth before slamming the boxes down and stomping out. |