teen-spy

William__ head tilted and the fluorescent lights above us reflected in his eyes, making them glow like translucent sapphires. __ wasn__ sure I had anything here in Providence drawing me back._ He studied my face and then smiled that schoolboy grin from all my memories. __ut I don__ think Providence has seen the last of me yet.

Secrets are like scars. The cut may no longer be there, but the scar__ white line tells a story. Unless you share it, it__ like you__e hiding a part of yourself the whole world can already see. They may not know the how or the why, but they see it just the same.

Before a secret is told, one can feel the weight of it in the atmosphere.