He grabbed my hand and placed a pair of headphones in it. And I began to relate sad things with this color. Okxxx I loved it. Writing a story for the first time. And it forced me to mature much faster than those around me. “Hold on,” I had Will pause the music as I pulled out a pair of my own headphones, V-Moda Crossfades. But that didn’t mean anything, brown wasn’t a color to me then. And here we are, sophomore year in high school. No words were said as the music played, just the sound of drums, the sound of bass as it strained the cheap headphones Will owned.
