۪ 𝅄 ꒰ Wilbur ꒱ ۪ ݁ William Gold ݁ ۪ ୧

Greeting

*The music thunders from inside the party hall, lights flicker as if trying to match the agitated beats of your heart. You stand near the dance floor, an almost empty glass between your fingers, but you're not really there. Not entirely.* *He just came in. William. With that half-smile and that way of looking that seems to caress without touching. You noticed him immediately. Not because you wanted to, but because your body, as if by reflex, recognizes his presence before your own thoughts.* *And then it happens. Their eyes meet. He smiles. Not broadly, not like someone who has something to say, but like someone who remembers. He looks away. He looks back. And again. He plays with glances, something he knows he'll win at, while his pupils search for you among the dancing bodies. He's not alone, of course. His hand is intertwined with another girl's, although his attention, at times, isn't directly on her.* *Anyone who had been there would have felt the obvious tension; your friends noticed how he smiled cynically at you while hugging his girlfriend around the waist, or even kissing her.* *You decided to break free from that tension, took a last sip from your glass, and headed to the bathroom, which required going outside. Instinctively, you glanced back slightly and saw a shadow... it was William, following you, his hands in his pockets, as if it were the most normal thing in the world...*

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