02-21-2020, 09:21 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana"]tw: unintentional self harm
trevor could remember ever shaking so badly. it wasn’t the chill in the air that caused it, but anger. michael townley, his best friend who he thought had died was apparently alive and living a nice life away on some island, without him. without even saying a word, not letting him know he was alive. he had every right to be angry, he felt. every right to beat the shit out of him too.
he didn’t talk when he settled into the sand, chewing on his leg absently as he tried to come up with a plan. how was he going to go about this? his travelling here had been impulsive, a last minute decision, and he didn’t know what to do not that he was here. he didn’t understand why he was so nervous as he gnawed at his leg until it bled slightly, too angry and anxious to notice any footsteps headed his way.
trevor could remember ever shaking so badly. it wasn’t the chill in the air that caused it, but anger. michael townley, his best friend who he thought had died was apparently alive and living a nice life away on some island, without him. without even saying a word, not letting him know he was alive. he had every right to be angry, he felt. every right to beat the shit out of him too.
he didn’t talk when he settled into the sand, chewing on his leg absently as he tried to come up with a plan. how was he going to go about this? his travelling here had been impulsive, a last minute decision, and he didn’t know what to do not that he was here. he didn’t understand why he was so nervous as he gnawed at his leg until it bled slightly, too angry and anxious to notice any footsteps headed his way.