William shows up on Henry's doorstep by accident, trying to avoid the rain so he doesn't get Springlocked - again.
Henry doesn't have the heart to turn him away, especially since Michael is living with him and might want to see his father.
But Henry still doesn't forgive William for killing his daughter.
And Will knows it.
Even though he didn't actually do anything. Not by himself, rather. Not on purpose.
Will is laying on the bed in the guest room, consumed by his own thoughts. He wants Henry to forgive him, so badly. They were best friends, once. Could've been more, if times had been different...
"We can't do this anymore, Will," Henry mutters, leaning against Will's chest. "If Clara and Isabel found out-"
"Fuck them," Will says sharply. "I don't care. I want you. I want you. Not them. Not my parents. Not your parents. You. And I'm damn well going to stay with you until I don't have a choice."
Henry pulls away just enough to meet his eyes. "We don't have a choice."
"What do you mean?"
Henry blinks. "My wedding is scheduled for next month. And yours, the week afterwards."
Will stares at him blankly. "What?"
"Our parents want them to happen as soon as possible." Henry gives a bitter smile. "They want to get us 'accustomed' to married life, so we'll be comfortable enough to have children before it's time for us to take over the companies."
Will can't even think. "I-" A small voice in the back of his head, one that doesn't sound like his, whispers, "I can make this go away... I can get you an eternal life, just you and Henry." Will pushes the voice away. That's complete bullshit - no one lives forever.
"I'm sorry," Henry says, his voice barely audible.
"Don't apologize," Will tells him, forcing a smile. "We both knew starting off that it would come to this."
Henry backs away, just a foot of space between them. It feels like too much, even an inch would be too much.
"It's alright," Will tells him, but it's more like he's talking to himself. Which, he is, because his heart is slowly cracking inside his chest. "It's fine." He forces a smile, for Henry's benefit. "Go see your fiance."
Henry bites his lip. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"
No. "Yeah, I'll be fine.
Please don't leave me. "Go and see her."
Henry nods. "Alright. See you later, Will."
"Bye, Henry."
Henry leaves. Will sinks to the ground, and he knows he'll never be okay again.
Henry walks in to Will's bedroom. "Afton."
"Henry."
"Don't call me that." Henry takes a deep breath. "Michael wants to see you."
Will's mouth twists into a bitter smile. "No, he doesn't. He just feels bad for me."
"Nobody feels bad for you, Afton."
Will laughs softly. "You're right. Of course not." He lifts a hand upwards, tracing from his stomach to his chest, up his neck, to his face. Over the blindfold he wears, see through on his side, but blocks people from seeing to him. To hide his secret.
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Helliam (My AU)
Подростковая литератураHelliam making up and learning each other's sides of the story with Charlie, and then later figuring them and their relationship out. FYI, Will died when he was about 35, Henry when he was 36, Clara at 34, Mike at 23, Noah at 19, Chris at 12, Oscar...