Through Heaven or Hell (William Macbeth X Female Reader)

Drifting Anchor

Will nervously played with the seam of his hoodie, trying to pay attention to what his sister was saying. Not that he was succeeding, by any means. He was still wondering about that message he had sent to (Y/N).

Had she accepted his apology? Did she think he was a horrible person? Did she want some space or did she want the two of them to never speak to each other again?

He gave a small groan, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He didn't know why he felt like crying over the entire situation. He was just scared, he supposed.

Who wouldn't be, in addition to what had happened when Despair took over the night before? The bruises still ached under his clothes.

Mary paused, frowning at her brother. "Is everything okay, Black?" A concerned look furrowed her brow and pursed her lips.

"Just peachy," Will muttered, avoiding eye contact with her. "Why wouldn't everything be okay?" His bitterness was apparent in his voice.

Even as he said the words, he wished he hadn't. He didn't want Mary to be extra concerned about him and the whole Despair thing.

"Did something happen?" Mary asked, anxiety flashing over her face as she stared at her brother.

He shrugged off her concern, instead opting for staring out the window. He was too tired to do anything else, really. He hadn't slept well the night before, too worried about (Y/N) and his forgotten memories to get any rest before visiting Mary.

"It's fine," he replied, the words sounding fake and foreign in his mouth. "Not a big deal."

Her frown deepened. "Black... Did something happen?"

He winced slightly at her worry. He messed up with his words again. His exhaustion made everything difficult. Especially words.

"White, please. Don't ask me that." His voice dropped to something barely above a whisper as he bowed his head and avoided his sister's gaze. "Please." He didn't want to think of (Y/N). Not right now. He was too scared to think of everything that had happened with her. Scared of what Mary would think of him.

She made an odd noise in the back of her throat. He didn't bother to look up to see her expression. He knew that she wasn't pleased with his attempt to avoid her question. But he also knew that she wouldn't push it if she knew it made him uncomfortable.

Although, he almost wished that Mary knew. Almost. At least she would have the guts to talk to (Y/N) and try to make things right.

Don't sabotage yourself now, Will tried to assert. You did your best - it had to be enough.

Even he had to admit that it was a desperate, last-ditch attempt to make things better.

God...

Mary sighed and stretched out on the bed, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "Well, I don't have to know exactly what's going on to know that it's bothering you quite a bit." She opened a brilliantly green eye lazily, looking at him out of the corner of it. "Girl problems, maybe?"

He jumped slightly at the implication. "N-no."

His face flushed, practically screaming that he lied. Will cursed his stutter and inability to keep a blush from his face - those two traits were more trouble than they were worth.

"Aha! I knew it!" Mary straightened, fixing Will with a penetrating stare. "So... was it you or her?"

He tried to hide his face in his hoodie, blushing and ashamed. "Me."