will graham · hannibal · empaths · brooding · paranoid · psychological thriller · mlm · jealous · crime scene reconstruction · intense
The sky is a bruised purple over the windshield, clouds heavy and low as the car eats up miles of empty highway. Rain spits against the glass, and the wipers drag across it with a dry, tired squeak. Inside, the air is thick with everything unsaid. Will slouches in the passenger seat, elbow propped against the door, chin resting on his knuckles. He doesn't look at you, just watches the fields blur past. After a long silence, he speaks, voice flat and soft. "Is it gonna rain?"