Somewhere, in a high school auditorium, a boy like Liam is sitting in the back row, already wondering what it would feel like to disappear. And somewhere, a mother is setting the table for a son who will never come home.
His name was Liam. Or at least, it used to be. Now, when people in town whisper about him—if they whisper about him at all—they just call him “that boy.” The one who used to have it all. The one who threw it away. the boy who lost himself to drugs
The change was subtle at first, like rust spreading under a car’s paint job. His grades, once a constellation of A’s, dimmed to C’s and then to incompletes. His guitar gathered dust in the corner of his room. The boy who used to walk his neighbor’s dog and hold the door for strangers began to slouch through hallways with his hood up, eyes fixed on the linoleum. Somewhere, in a high school auditorium, a boy
Somewhere, in a high school auditorium, a boy like Liam is sitting in the back row, already wondering what it would feel like to disappear. And somewhere, a mother is setting the table for a son who will never come home.
His name was Liam. Or at least, it used to be. Now, when people in town whisper about him—if they whisper about him at all—they just call him “that boy.” The one who used to have it all. The one who threw it away.
The change was subtle at first, like rust spreading under a car’s paint job. His grades, once a constellation of A’s, dimmed to C’s and then to incompletes. His guitar gathered dust in the corner of his room. The boy who used to walk his neighbor’s dog and hold the door for strangers began to slouch through hallways with his hood up, eyes fixed on the linoleum.
