Impasse 》kiani ff 《

1) Always

[ get hyped (: {pictures are hand edited, too (: they're like diary entries} ]

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"Are you sure you're ready to go by yourself, William?" Will's mum asked, her arms crossed.

Will rolled his eyes. "Yes, Mum. It's been years since I've been to America, and I think I'm ready to change up my life a little."

"And how much do you remember of America?"

"I don't know. I sort of remember my nineteenth year for sure, but I'm not sure why. Maybe something drastic happened before we moved, and I just feel like it'll get under my skin until I remember what it was. But for now, I just want to get on the plane."

Will's mum sighed, pulling her son closer into an embrace. "I'll miss you. Have fun."

"I'll try." Will nervously wrapped an arm around her waist, taking in the flowery perfume one last time.

"I love you, William." Will pulled back sharply, biting his lip.

For some reason, he had a difficult time responding to affection a few weeks before he turned twenty. He never could remember why since he tried so hard to erase and remove all memories of his past. Here, in England, he was safe and at home, even though something felt out of place in Will's heart. He was in his home country with his family, what more could he ask for?

"Y-Yeah. I-I'll promise to call and visit." Will walked towards the front door of their apartment, his luggage waiting by the door. He placed a shaky hand on the intimidating bronze doorknob, mentally preparing himself.

"Just. . . Just don't call everyday. Uh, sp-space yourself for a couple of days, baby. I'll be fine."

Will looked at the carpeted floor, his chest tightening. "I hope so."

Will stepped out into the empty hallway, rolling his suitcase down the barren walkway. The cream colored walls became blurred as he listened to the heartbreaking slam of the door.

Truthfully, Will didn't want to leave home. He remembered being scared of returning to England, but he liked it. He forgot all the wonderful perks America didn't have that England did.

"Bolting so soon, Will?" An elder man chuckled as he ambled into the stalled elevator. Will politely grinned, reaching in front of the man to press the Lobby button on the panel.

"Good morning, Mr. Saunders. I'm actually moving back to America to live out the rest of my life."

"What's exactly in that bright life of yours?" Mr. Saunders stated, resting his hands on his stomach as the electronic bar above the entrance to the elevator began to count down from four.

"I'm not sure. I haven't planned it out quite yet. I think I want to finally attend college and lead a more positive life rather the depressing, drunk life I used to have." Will sighed, silently urging the elevator to quicken its pace.

"Oh, that's wonderful, young man! All I've got to say, Will, is know what's right. There are bad decisions to make, but just know which one is worse."

Will raised an eyebrow, focusing on the retractable handle on his suitcase.

"Lobby." The speaker on the elevator's ceiling chirped, sliding open the doors as if on cue.

"Good luck, Will." Mr. Saunders called out, wiggling a few fingers at him before slowly walking towards the swinging front doors.

Will nodded slightly, taking a deep breath and pushing through the doors himself.