Literature
Just Maybe
Mr. Hs mural
, Neku thought, touching the cold painted concrete he enjoyed so much. Behind the large collar of his shirt, he smiled. I died here, lost my best friend here, opened up here
For the first time since I could remember, I took my headphones off here too
All thanks to Mr. H and
, the smirk fell off his face, itd been a year since that month, that hellish month Joshua brought him into the Reapers Game. Shattered everything he thought he knew, broken him and, yet, he has him to thank for his change. No matter how hard those few weeks that stayed fresh in his mind, he woul