Status: In progress; 3/?

Sweater Weather (or Whatever)

The air is getting crisper, and William's heart begins to sink, his chest begins to tighten. With mid-semester exams approaching and having to manage a floor of sophomores, his anxieties are high.

And Ryan won't stop pestering him about a boy who wants to help him do well -- no matter what William says, Ryan won't stop insisting that he is what he's not. And he won't stop sleeping on his floor or wandering onto his hallway. Not looking for anyone.

But what do you do when you find out you want what you thought you didn't? That you are what you thought you weren't?

It'll sort itself out by Christmas, won't it?
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Gabilliam short story.
Written by request from Lenora.
Inspired by my current state and Too Weird to Live.
I'm honestly not sure what's going to come out of this. I could foresee ending it almost whenever. That being said, any sort of feedback is greatly appreciated!
Buckle up.
  1. Un.
    "We're just studying."
  2. Deux.
    "Once an addict, always an addict, Bill."
  3. Trios.
    "You kept me up last night."
  4. Quatre.
    "It made me think of you."