Matt

The days started to blend into each other after a while. I hated that I was having trouble telling one day from the next, but being stuck in this room was difficult. It left me with nothing to do but think.

I snorted, thinking of Rain.

Rain hated to think. If Rain was here he would be pissed off that he was bored and forced to think so much.

One conversation with Rain stood out to me. It was something I was clinging to even in these situations.

“My head hurts,” Rain muttered, ...