Silent Bond || EstWilliam au

Thirteen

The night air was cool as William slowly limped down the dimly lit street. It had been a months since the accident on the soccer field that had left his leg injured, and it had healed completely, but there's still a slight ache every step he took, but he ignored it, determined to keep walking. He needed to clear his head.

School had been a blur lately. Sure, he was back in class, but he couldn't play soccer, couldn't join his friends on the field.

The competition was over, and their school got third place. He did read comments under the post, announcing their win, and it was his wrong move. There's some comments from students his school, blaming him for the loss. Saying that if he participated, this will not happened. He closed his eyes, anger rising up his chest, do they think he didn't participate just for fun? He knew he should ignore those comments, but its annoyed him.

The streets were quiet at this hour, only the occasional car passing by. William barely paid attention to his surroundings, lost in his thoughts. The frustration had been building up for weeks now, and tonight, it felt unbearable. No matter what his mom said, no matter how many times Hong told him things would get better, William felt like he was drowning.

He walked slowly toward a small, secluded garden not far from his house. It was a quiet spot where he could think without the noise of the city or the endless questions from his mom about how he was feeling. He sank onto a bench, wincing as his leg throbbed with the sudden movement, and stared up at the sky. The stars were faint, barely visible through the haze of city lights, but they were there.

For a moment, he let the quiet surround him. The cool breeze brushed against his skin, and he closed his eyes, trying to breathe in the calm, trying to make sense of everything. Why did this have to happen to him? Why now, when everything was finally starting to feel like it was falling into place? The anger bubbled inside him again, and he clenched his fists, wanting to scream but knowing it wouldn't help.

William sat alone on a quiet bench in the garden, the soft hum of distant cars and the laughter of passersby floating through the night air, a world of noise and joy just far enough to feel like it belonged to someone else.

After a long in his deep thoughts, he decided it was time to head home. The night was growing colder, and the last thing he needed was to catch a chill. Slowly, he stood up, testing the weight on his leg before starting the walk back. He didn't use crutches anymore, he felt like his leg was in a better condition now. But his pace was slow, his body still not strong enough to move with any real speed, but he didn't care. The streets were empty, and he felt a strange comfort in the silence.

As he approached the intersection, his mind wandered again. He was so deep in thought, he didn't notice the car speeding down the road until it was too late. He stepped off the curb, his leg aching with each movement, just as headlights blazed in the distance. The car was coming fast, too fast.

William froze, his body locking up as panic surged through him. He tried to hurry across, but his leg slowed him down. He could hear the honking sound of the car growing louder, the car barreling toward him with no sign of stopping.

Before he could react, the car slammed into him with a sickening thud. His body was flung into the air, weightless for a moment before crashing down onto the pavement with a hard landing. His head struck the ground with a very strong force and he felt the world spin around him before everything faded away.

The last thing he remembered was the cold, the sharp pain in his head, and the distant sound of tires screeching to a halt before everything went silent. His vision blurred, and then there was nothing.