Days Of Being Wild Internet: Archive

He was grinning. Then he was crying. Then he was just staring.

When it finished, he created a new folder on his desktop. He named it the best nights of our whole stupid lives . Then he went to bed, and for the first time in twenty-three years, he dreamed of a bonfire, and a laugh he could almost hear, and a boy who never got to be wild past the age of nineteen. days of being wild internet archive

“Leo, you idiot, stop filming the fire and film me,” Cass’s voice said, tinny and alive. He was grinning