The way the things turned out was unexpected and bizarre, but it has created an embodiment of curiosity in William's sight. Imitating what happened earlier in his mind, like what a dreamer does.
As he went away to his home after school. He couldn't escape those thoughts that have revolted him in every possible way. He lived with no one. He never witnessed his parents but knew what happened to them. He couldn't care less about them.
"She did say, I can talk to her, or what did she say?" William exclaimed to himself
"Should I talk to her? No, no, too much talking might create a problem." He was facing a dilemma like a man who faces before going on a journey.
"I have never done it before; why is that the only girl that I find something different?" His hesitantness was no longer less than a man who goes on a first interview.
He went aside his house, never liked being on the road, and still wanted to get a proclaimed notion of his situation, as he had read somewhere that walking generates ideas. People were walking and running, like a buzzy road. He wanted to walk alone; he couldn't bear if someone was walking behind him or walking beside him. If someone was behind him, he would act to lay his shoes and let them go ahead.
"Oh, please, walk a little faster; I can't even get a free road for a single time." As if he wanted to be free from any external thoughts. He wanted to be free from the thoughts of getting provoked by people around him, but at the same time, he wanted no one around him.
The contradictions he had were something even he couldn't explain.
"Finally, I reached the park; I hope no one gets here." He went to the park he never visited once and saw something that made him rage.