[COMPLETE] William reached out toward Orion's hands, wanting to feel his warmth, and never let go. "I visited you almost every day."
"I know," Orion grinned, "I know, Will."
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William Riller is an...
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William's POV
MY HANDS CLENCH the steering wheel as we drive through the black abyss. The radio is faint, wafting through our car with a volume so soft that any song would sound like a lullaby.
I try my best not to look at him, even if I can feel his eyes on me. I didn't want to mess this up. That's why my foot has basically been coddling the accelerator. ...I was stalling.
"Will, where are we going again?"
I turn my head slightly to the sound of his velvety smooth voice. "Stargazing."
"Uhm," he continues, "yes, you've mentioned that. But I don't understand why we aren't going to our usual spot?"
Something in my chest tightens, and I unironically pray to the universe that I'm not sweating.
Ever since Orion and I had started dating three years ago, I found myself becoming less anxious on a day-to-day basis. He was... calming. Always collected.
Now, because of the small box hidden in the deep pockets of my jacket—the cascade of tranquillity that I spent building all these years has begun to shatter.
I was scared shitless. What would I do if he said no?
I don't even want to think about that.
I hum a response. "I dunno. I figured it'd be nice to try somewhere new together."
I can't see his face, but I know he's smiling. Orion never stopped smiling. The absence of his smile would make my life bleaker than I could ever imagine.
I'd do wonders to have him smile forever. To watch his infectious dimples peek through his cheeks, and observe the way his freckles shift at the wrinkle of his nose.
It's an extremely stunning sight.
"Okay." He agrees effortlessly. "I trust you."
Mindlessly, my right hand slips down from the wheel to interlock itself with Orion's left hand. As our fingers dance and fidget with one another, the only thing I can think about is how much better it would feel to hold his hand once I slipped an opulent gold ring on his finger. Once I told him I loved him and asked to be his forever.
Instantly, the ball of anxiety in my chest starts to unfurl–and a flutter of excitement begins to wash over me. This was something I needed to do. Orion was who I wanted to build a life with.
As I drive down a hill, murmurs of conversation flow between him and me. He'd tell me something that made his day at work, and I'd smile. I'd tell him one of the absurd interactions I've had with my sister, and he'd laugh. It made the drive seem a lot shorter than it was.
He made life feel swift–even effortless.
"I think we're here."
"Really?" Orion boyishly sticks his head out the window, and the wind blows his golden locks away from his forehead. He hums with curiosity, and I'm sure his eyebrows are furrowed with confusion.
