William's P.O.V.
It was time to leave for school, so I just quickly packed my bag, shoved in the lunch I'd prepped the night before, slid into my shoes and left.
Before I left, I looked back at the house.
I sighed.
It was just a house now, no longer my home.
It was my "happy place" before. But now it had lost that feeling.
I simply sighed (again), turned around and started walking to my destination! School.
I always walked to school, because I loved walking at this time of the day. Plus, school wasn't too far away either.
Being a part of a rich family means you have loads of money, enough to give you three cars at once.
Yet, I chose not to drive.
Gotta save the world!
I popped in my earbuds as I walked and shuffled my playlist.
A song played and I got lost into it, singing along softly.
Oops, bad idea.
I got completely lost in the song. It was an emotional one and I felt myself tearing up. It reminded me of my parents for some reason and I couldn't help but feel heartache.
My mom was a chef. She was really good at cooking. You must be thinking, Wow, he must get to eat a lot of awesome food!
Correction: I don't even get to see my mom, let alone eat a lot of awesome food.
My mom felt like her small restaurant in our quaint little town wasn't enough for her to pursue her food dream and so she went to New York where she's currently working as a successful chef.
I mean, I think so at least. I don't really know.
As a result, I don't even remember her face at times. Like right now.
My father, is a very amazing business man. He's always going on business trips that always extend.
I mean, does he really think I'm that stupid? The fact that he stays back for longer durations is bad enough, but the fact that he lies to me about it by saying that "they get extended" is just plain insulting.
Therefore, this guy had to live all alone for long periods if time.
Oh don't worry, he's used to it.
But I don't want to be used to it!
I didn't even realise that I had stopped walking and was just standing there, right in the middle of the sidewalk like an idiot. I was so struck by emotion.
I missed my parents. I hadn't seen my mom for three years, my dad for five weeks.
The day my mom left was the day when everything went downhill. My parents were still together but it felt like they were divorced. My dad decided that it was a better idea to distance himself from me instead of becoming both, my mom and dad.
Sometimes, I felt like I was an orphan.
And right now, I had been thrown face first into the sidewalk.
"Ow!" I said, more out of shock than hurt.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Some voice asked me.
It was a very soft and gentle voice.
I turned around, still lying on the sidewalk, to see a guy. He looked genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, taking the hand he had extended for me.
The guy seemed to hold on to my hand just a moment longer.
"Uh, sorry, once again. I didn't see you there." He said, not quite looking at me.
"It's fine, it's my fault actually." I said.
"Uh, okay then." He said.
I turned to leave when he called out. "Wait!" I turned back to him, giving him a "now what?" Look.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked. I simply rose my eyebrow.
"I mean, you were literally standing in the middle of the sidewalk." He said, slightly concerned.
I simply shrugged saying, "I'm fine, honestly."
"If you say so." He said, smiling brightly.
It was a beautiful smile. Radiant, hopeful, kind, gentle.
I simply turned and walked away, knowing that I won't be able to return the smile.