1 Work by brightredjay
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Scott Goldsmith never knew he could feel. He couldn’t cry. He couldn’t love or fear or hate. At least until him. He was so dumb, it almost made Scott smile. They rarely mentioned his name in their apartment. Shelby and Drift could barely hold their tears in when they did. And Scott felt. Everytime. He felt both the warmth that his life brought and the cold that his death brought. He would reminisce of that warmth every time he went to bed. He would remember the time at the beacon just before he was gone, he would remember his silly comments about being cute and handsome. He would remember his name.
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Scott, Shelby, and Drift are visiting Oakhurst again, assuming it will be just like their other yearly trips. But it's not ;)