You Will Be Found || dear evan hansen (connor x evan)

chapter six

     Quiet.

     Everything was quiet now.

     Connor and Evan had gone their separate ways just about when the sun disappeared behind the stone-covered hills. Evan remembered the lack of feeling the dry, yellow grass beneath the palms of his hands as he stood up.

     Now, Evan's sat on his bed, looking through his bedroom window at the stars that laid in the distance. The night was calling to him. He needed to get out of here. He needed to go, right now. The world was closing in on him yet everything remained the same. It was just quiet.

     He needed to hear something - a voice, a bird, the crack of thunder, the rustle of leaves; anything to remind him that he wasn't going deaf. That it was just another one of his silly mind things, yes. That's what it is. Just a silly mind thing.

     Regardless Evan found himself walking down the stairs, feet silent for a reason he did not know. He stepped out into the cold spring night, feeling the embrace of air press against his trembling body. The moon disappeared in front of an ocean of stratus clouds that lined the sky like graph paper. His blue eyes glowed as his hands glided across the dry wood of the patio railing. He hadn't even noticed as a warm tear fell down his freckled cheeks. What was he crying for? He's got it all. Selfish, Evan thought. The voices in his head surrounded the quiet and broke it, leaving pieces of glass scattering the dry boards beneath his feet. Like a shattered mirror, Evan did not recognize the eyes in the reflection that stared back at him; He looked through the glass door and found a stranger.

     Evan was alone. 

     It was quiet again, and Evan didn't like it. He wanted to go back to the kind of quiet Connor brought, he wanted the soft tapping on the steering wheel as they drove through town; he wanted the soft smiles and the warm cheeks and the feeling of safety.

     Evan wanted Connor.