Love Me More; Byler

41 - Recess

WILL POV -

Heartbeats exploded in his chest as he stumbled onto the rooftop. He heard a voice, it was like someone calling his name; beckoning him to come close like a willow yearning him to be lead astray.

The doors opened easily, there was nothing here... it was empty, the rain from earlier cleared up and the sky was back to its natural blue hue, soft clouds littering in the shapes of dogs, cats and mice.

"What am I doing here?"

His mind was foggy, like there was something important he should remember but it slipped his fingers every time he tried to grasp it. He looked around, his wrist in deep pain because he fell on the way up... what was so important that he risked a broken wrist but still managed to get up here in haste?

There was no reason to come to the roof at all, to be standing, over watching the school grounds; it was his last day... he should be in class with his... friends? He had friends, yes...

Did he come up here to meet them? It wasn't clear; surly he couldn't have forgotten.

Grabbing his aching wrist, he turned on his heel, looking over his shoulder once more... he couldn't shake the gnawing feeling that he had a reason to be up here, searching for something, or someone, but now that he was on the roof, it all felt hollow.

No one was here... no one ever came up here...

What was he searching for?

---- 1:12 PM ----

On his lunch break, the brunette made a bee-line to the nurse's office, his wrist hurting more than ever; it was slightly swollen and hurt to even move. Knocking on the door rhythmically, he heard no response in return, nor any shuffling or murmurs. He hesitated momenterily, glancing around as though he expected someone waiting for him; a nurse, a teacher, or even another student.

When he peeked his head through, he saw no one, no nurse or kids; on the last day of school, who really needed a nurse?

Quiet shrouded the room, oddly comforting, though it was something he couldn't explain why. Entering with a soft sigh, he crossed the line; the pain in his wrist expanded from a mild ache to something louder than ever... serving as a constant reminder of... something.

It couldn't be explained; he fell on the stairs rushing to the roof, that was easy to understand... but the reason why was unanswerable. He must have had a clear goal in mind if he pushed himself through to the top, climbing the floors with little breathing time, skipping entire steps just to propel himself further.

He couldn't quite place it, shaking his head; the window propped open, allowing a fresh bout of air in; they only had a few hours left till the end of the year, but Will felt as if there was something else that had come to an end today.

His eyes scanned the room, casting to the lone bed sitting in the corner... something about it familiar to him, hearing the faintest of voices – a soft echo of laughter as if traveling through time and space. As quiet as a murmur, blurred by time as a conversation he had here with someone.

"Jeez! I'm really fine, you know?" The voice was amused, "I've been bruised before."

Tilting his head, he pondered the words tracing back to his past, did he ever come here with someone? Or perhaps he had overheard a conversation outside, yet it was too distinct to be correct.