*Beauty*
It was horrible watching Will cry. It was like having my heart ripped out and watching it being stomped on. I'd never seen him like that beforeâso emotional, so broken. And I never wanted him to cry like that again.
We laid in his bed for hours, his arms wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair. We talked. He told me all these little details about himself that I didn't know. That I didn't think anyone knew. And I told him all of the things I'd never told anyone else. Secrets that had been restrained only to my thoughts.
It was five am when I left his room. His kiss was gentle, his eyes vulnerable.
In those moments before I left, with his soft voice surrounding me and his hands gently brushing through my hair, as if he were caressing gold, I knew without a doubt that I was in love with William Johnson.