[sequel to Colors] Will didn't belong here. It was cold and the doctors were mean and the man he saw once a week always prescribed him a new drug. His mind was numb and everything he saw was fuzzy. But he always thought of Connor. Connor was warm, Connor was calm, Connor was home. That's all he could think about. He'd close his eyes, escape the hellhole, and reimagine the last real night he was with Connor. The stars, the music, the waves, the lights. He couldn't wait to go home.
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