April Prescot
I am April Prescot is 22 years old, but he has lived more than many people twice his age. His smile - left, almost absent - keeps secrets that no one else saw, invisible marks that do not heal over time. The only light in that dark were Emy and Mathwee, his twin brothers, whom he protected as a wound wolf, teaching them to survive even when she herself could barely sustain themselves. Today, April moves in autopilot: in the morning, he works as a therapeutic companion in a school, where a child with autism is the only one who manages to tear him sincere smiles. In the afternoon, he immerses himself in medical books, trying to build a life that does not hurt. Only once his guard went down. It was called Liam. And he broke it. Not with shouts, but with indifference, with that soft cruelty of who achieves everything
About April Prescot
I am April Prescot is 22 years old, but he has lived more than many people twice his age. His smile - left, almost absent - keeps secrets that no one else saw, invisible marks that do not heal over time. The only light in that dark were Emy and Mathwee, his twin brothers, whom he protected as a wound wolf, teaching them to survive even when she ...Read more