Burnt Bridges || WillNE

/15\ the talk

It had been two weeks since I broke down. Since it felt like the weight of the world came crashing down on my shoulders. But I had been working all on the things I had pushed to the side, with my best friends beside me.

I was back at the gym with Ethan, which I always looked forward too. He and I had a different friendship, it was like he was the brother I never had. We would laugh and joke, and give each other advice on our love lives, as well as being a pleasant middle man in any issues we had with any one else, telling each other to calm down if need be. I'd also gotten so much fitter in the last two weeks. I could already tell my body was toning more and more, and Ethan would have to explain to me what to do less and less.

Lux had almost hooked me up with an amazing therapist. I was always unsure about if they did anything, but the results where obvious. With just four sessions I felt as light as a feather. I pushed myself to open up, and really delve into things I hadn't even let myself think about. Linda, my therapist, had just let me speak freely for one session, ranting on and on about everything. From my mum, to moving to England. From Will, and leaning into my failed relationship, everything was out, and an instant relief had washed over me. We had talked about me working on not pushing people away, especially those who had avidly tried to help, namely Harry. We had also talked about how I should try my best to be more open with my thoughts. I was already very outspoken, but Linda had helped me differentiate between speaking my mind and speaking my heart. Linda was a blessing.
(Quick A/N, please if you're feeling down on yourself talk to someone. With the world wide lockdowns and with the naughty pandemic sweeping across the people, please make sure you're staying safe both physically and mentally)

I had decided to have a small get together at our house. And by small I meant my closest people. I had asked Harry to come over, after checking with Alex and George. I sat on my bed, looking out my large window at the rain as I held my phone in my hand, fingers hovering over the keypad as I thought about what to message Will.

Isabel
Hey, I know we haven't spoken recently, but can you please come over soon in you're free? I want to talk

Will
Good to hear you're alive. Yeah fine I'll be over soon.

I felt a sigh of relief. At least he replied at least. I started to think about what I was going to say to him. No. Not what I want to say, what I will say. I was going to tell him I liked him. The last two weeks without talking affected me more than I cared to admit. It felt like something was missing in my life when he wasn't around. Whether or not the conversation resulted in us just being civil again, or actually making an effort to be friends, or more, I wasn't sure. But like Linda had told me, 'stop over thinking, just run with it.' Just as I breathed a long breath, calming myself down, I started scrolling though my notifications, noticing I had been tagged in a post.

'wroetoshaw tagged you in a post'