Banner by the lovely Misery.

For just one night, in the passenger seat of a van that smelled like new guitars and leather, Bill had allowed a stranger to save his life. For just a few hours, he pretended that he didn’t know how to hate himself. For a split second, he felt like he could learn to be okay.

But nothing lasts forever, and it can be so easy to forget how to feel safe when your secrets are plastered on the covers of magazines. It can be so easy to forget your worth when the person closest to you treats you like a possession. When millions of eyes follow your every move but ignore your tears, the only thing you really want is to become invisible.

If only you could.