A name was given to the boy born in winter, William Valcove. The boy was named after his grandfather on his mother's side and was welcomed into the world, by what should've been an altogether happy and affluent family. Yet the day was shadowed by the loss of his mother to complications. The love that he was owed was subject to scrutiny; He would live in a house of expectations and duties that were required of him. To William success and perfection were the only things of value.
He didn't spend his money or time on wants, he spent most of his life bettering himself. He longed for constant self-betterment because of mistakes he was forced to bear the responsibility for. As a result, he spent the majority of his days and nights on his own away from society. This continued state of isolation lasted long after he left home and was rarely interrupted. The recent departure of his father was an event that warranted an expedition to the outside world. One that led him to a small orphanage in the countryside...and to me.
We took a car to a train station. It shouldn't have been shocking to me, but I didn't expect to take a train. I know more than most my age, and I know it is safe yet these immature feelings are overwhelming. William explained to me that it would be a relatively short trip. He gave me a very kind smile like he seemed amused at my childishness. In the way that you would Smile at a toddler doing something adorable.
"He is so obviously detached from reality," I thought to myself. It was then that he said something that I never imagined hearing.
"I suppose that we should head home, Violent"
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WINDOWS TO THE SOUL
General FictionFor as long as he can remember William has had the ability to see into people's Souls and read their thoughts and their emotions. This combined with intelligence, wealth, and a cynical attitude has closed him off from society and other people. due...
