Thread:Dawndragon1828/@comment-32273133-20190610213949/@comment-32273133-20190611233527

The smell hit him full in the face.

''This is Damian’s room. ''

He leaned on the doorframe, suddenly unsteady. Oh, that smell....it brought back so many vivid memories. He closed his eyes, and there they were, flashing across his eyelids:  Damian at a party, Damian by a lake, Damian in Micah’s tent, in a bar, holding Micah’s jacket, the closet at Downpour’s party, and gods, he was crying again. He wiped at his eyes furiously, closed the door behind himself. He walked over to the chest at the end of Damian’s bed, brushed his fingers over the latch, and opened it before he could give it a second thought.

///i read over the old rp threads with them and i was :(