𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍// 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟏

Will could hear music.

Its sweet melody took flight on silvery wings and fluttered about the cell, lovely and exquisite.

He didn't know where it came from, didn't know what the source was.

He took comfort in the song, in the delicate but strong notes that spoke of home and love, that whisperd to him that he could escape and be free.

He only needed to be patient.

He needed hope.

Hope.

That word, hope... it was misunderstood, was it not? In everyday language, it often had a hint of uncertainty. A celebrity had even claimed that hope was depressing.

They were wrong.

Hope wasn't depressing. Hope was... hope.

Hope was the only thing he had.