¸𓏲࣪ ˚.꒷ 𖤐 ━━━ ❫ ✧ IT SEEMED LIKE HE'D NEVER STOP WALKING. which, sometimes brought a smile to his cold, chapped lips.
a family name, walker. given the way his feet carried him miles and miles, the name was more than a name, it was a title. it was who he was, he was a walker.
a wanderer.
yet, his feet never seemed to carry him far enough, as he never left massachusetts.
━━━ ❫ ✧ HE WAS A WONDERER, who never seemed to go beyond the tree line. walker allen found himself on the best of day's walking circles around his home. eyes blank, his feet carrying him wherever they believed he needed to be.
which was right there.
━━━ ❫ ✧ THE NIGHT BEAU ALLEN WAS FOND DEAD BY HIS FATHER, soaking in his own watered down blood, glossy eyes with not a thought behind them, walker allen changed.
