Sunrise. // Dreamnotfound

Sunrises are supposed to be beautiful, right?

Atleast, that's what young Clay thought. But he'd be proven wrong. Regrets. Hope, stupid hope. He'd pay for falling too deep into a hole he couldn't crawl out of. That one single day, he'd learn there's no thing called true trust. Promises don't work like that. But of course, a 15 year old boy would know that, right?