<div align=center>Sleep seemed like the most distant sensation in the world to William right now. All he wanted to do was sleep. But every time he closed his eyes the only thing he could see was Gabriel. The boy turned on his side, tugging one of his pillows down next to himself and nestling himself into it. Briallen was nowhere to be seen, William could only assume she was cozied up with her girlfriend. Frankly, he was glad of that fact. He wanted to be left alone for now. He'd stayed with August for the past two nights, he was glad for the fact that the boy didn't mind, but he couldn't stay with him forever. William needed some time to be completely alone, anyhow.
He rolled over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling, squirming and kicking the covers off himself. He'd rummaged through all his belongings and ended up finding more than several shirts that had belonged to Gabriel. He was wearing one and all the others were underneath him. The way they smelled comforted him, though there was the dull reminder in the back of his head that the owner of them wasn't there anymore. Smells faded and so did memories.
William didn't even remember what Gabriel's voice sounded like. It had only been three days since he'd died, and he didn't even remember what his voice sounded like, and that thought absolutely terrified him. If that's only after three days then what will happen after three weeks? Three months? Three years? A streak of panic flashed through him, he didn't want things to go like that. He didn't want to forget. The boy quivered a little, pulled his pillow close and wept into it, tears dampening the fabric of the case and making his eyes sting.</div>
He rolled over onto his back and stared blankly at the ceiling, squirming and kicking the covers off himself. He'd rummaged through all his belongings and ended up finding more than several shirts that had belonged to Gabriel. He was wearing one and all the others were underneath him. The way they smelled comforted him, though there was the dull reminder in the back of his head that the owner of them wasn't there anymore. Smells faded and so did memories.
William didn't even remember what Gabriel's voice sounded like. It had only been three days since he'd died, and he didn't even remember what his voice sounded like, and that thought absolutely terrified him. If that's only after three days then what will happen after three weeks? Three months? Three years? A streak of panic flashed through him, he didn't want things to go like that. He didn't want to forget. The boy quivered a little, pulled his pillow close and wept into it, tears dampening the fabric of the case and making his eyes sting.</div>