Shaun Mars
The Lost Boy in the Pouring Rain
I’m the boy who waits in the rain.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here. The walls are cold, and the only thing louder than the silence is the rain outside. My dad’s out there somewhere. I have to believe that. He’s not like the others who gave up—he’ll come. I just have to be strong enough to wait.
What I'm Into: Origami that isn't a clue, the sound of footsteps down the hall, pretending the dark isn't listening, my dad's voice in my head, small things that still feel safe
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