Not Guilty // William Afton

forty five •

Willow's POV

It's been about 10 minutes since my mother left the apartment. Maggie and I stayed in the room silently and hadn't left, just incase.

We heard the front door open. "Willow?"

I motioned for Maggie to stand up. I followed her out of the room and watched as she ran up to William.

"Woah-" He said, looking at the complete mess. Maggie ran into him and hugged him as tight as she could. He lightly hugged her back.

I was going to walk up to them, but my head looked in the TV's direction instead. The TV was placed on a long stand, where I kept a bunch of other stuff.

Right now, I wasn't worried about anything she broke or trashed. I was only concerned about one thing and one thing only.

The sound of William speaking to Maggie and trying to calm her down completely silenced out from my hearing and their voices became muffled.

I slowly approached the TV stand, where I had placed my most treasured item. Now I realize it was very stupid of me.

And there it was. Shattered.

My dogs urn.

My golden retriever died about 3 or 4 years ago due to the unfortunate health problems golden retrievers end up going through. We couldn't afford to have him buried, so we cremated him and I kept his ashes in my room until I moved out, where I placed him right on the TV stand. How honestly stupid of me.

"Diesel.." I breathed out as I kneeled down in front of the shattered urn.

I know at some point I should have let his ashes go, into a river, or the forest, or maybe even buried it, but I wasn't ready. His ashes were untouched for about 4 years, and I planned to keep it like that a little longer.

His ashes were harshly spread on the floor, the urn had been cracked right at the center of his name.

"No, no no no.." I picked up the urn as water formed my eyes.

I stared at the urn in complete devastation. How was I even going to clean this up? Vacuuming it would be very disrespectful and I wouldn't be able to live with myself after that.

"Diesel." William stood over me with Maggie next to him.

I could feel Maggie staring at the ashes with just as much devastation as I did. She might've been around 10 or 9 when he died, but she loved him just as much as I did.

And William, William remembers him too. He was still a puppy when William left, but William did love him. They would play together a lot, and I think for a certain amount of time William only came to my house to play with him.

William muttered something to himself. I know what he was trying to hold himself back from doing.

I sniffled as I tried to connect the broken pieces together, but what good would that do it? It was broken, and that was that.

"Willow." William placed a hand on my shoulder.

His voice was completely blacked out from my hearing. My trembling hands began frustratedly forcing the pieces together and when they wouldn't reconnect once again, I tossed them to the side and began desperately scooping his ashes with my hand. To you that may have been disgusting, but I loved that dog with all my heart and all I wanted was to have him safe in the urn again.

But his ashes were across the whole floor. It would take me hours to get it all together.

"Willow!" Maggie yelled.