Someday

Year 10, Day 74

A/N: Two more chapters and we'll have to say  bye to our (well, my) favorite couple, Will and Bobby. I've been so blessed with the turnout of this story, the support, the comments, the reads, and the feeling of having written something that I could be proud of. 

I just wanna thank you guys for sticking with me and this story. I know, it's a little a unorthodox, but the support it got leads me to hope that more people will be supporting the real Wills and Bobbys of the world. Please keep voting, commenting and sharing this story to your friends, and if you have some spare time, give 'Long Distance', my other story, a chance. 

Thanks and happy reading!

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I saw him today. 

My mom asked a few times if I was sure, but I didn't need to look at him twice or for more than a second to know he's Bobby, maybe not mine, but he was Bobby. He stood by a group of other teenagers wearing the same brown shirts, maybe from his camp too. My heart ached at the lack of a smile or any emotion on his face more than his fleeting glance when he looked my way. 

Everyday, I hoped he'd come home to me, and I still do. His circumstances are difficult though; at least, that's what Austin said when he explained where he was taken. It was a facility for 'troubled boys' a few states over. They were known to 'cure' what or who we were. 'How' was a harder question to answer than 'why' these days. I hated imagining what they did to him, what they did to his smile, his laugh, his love of music and colors and... me.

I've learned to accept that he may be different when he came back, that I may need to earn his love again, but that was okay as long as I knew my Bobby was still in there, that I had a chance to fight for him. 

So did today hurt, watching him dismiss me and walk away? 

A lot.

But I've learned there are different types of pain.

When I lost Bobby, it was a smack, an explosion -- days spent in my room screaming, breaking, blaming --that it barely left space for anything else. The shock consumed me for some time until it became a different kind of pain, one that I forgot as I focused on something else, but the instant I'm alone, it came gnawing back at me. 

It wasn't a burst of anguish, more like living, breathing walls, trapping me in and keeping everyone else out. It was suffocating. I was so aware of my loneliness, but I'm more aware that only Bobby, not anyone else, could cure my paralyzing desolation. 

Now, the pain still lived, but I've learned to accept that this nagging feeling was a memory of Bobby I still wanted to keep. Where there was once a storm, I only felt the soft kiss of the wind, and now, it soothes me more than hurts me. 

Besides, Bobby's love or even just the chance to love him was worth all the pain. 

It really was.