@criedhard // ♡

                    ^{☆ ⁞     he stares at the piano keys from behind her as if they may spill all of her secrets for her, seeing how she may never do it. his throat feels tight, but he thinks it’s been this way since he realized Will was missing. even when he’s alone and has a little moment of weakness and allows himself to cry, that knot just doesn’t go away.} 

^{when her attention is momentarily on him, he instinctively tenses his shoulders, eyebrows knitting together at her words. he knows what people think about him ; knows they all want to tell him that it’s no use, that his brother isn’t coming back, but they can go to hell for all he cares.}

               ^{❝ I don’t care — he’s my brother I can’t just NOT look for him. I-I won’t give up. ❞}

^{it was starting to scare him how much he wouldn’t care if he died looking for Will, but he knew that getting him back was all he had. no one understood, but it was as if Will was his own.}

^{his eyes widen a bit when the other is suddenly standing up, insinuating that she will help him in so few words. it makes his stomach flip with excitement ; knowing the probabilities will be much higher if it’s more than only one person trying to look for him. and he knows his voice is ever so breathless when he replies.}

                               ^{❝ — r-really ? you’ll help me ? I don’t even… know what to say. ❞}