The Sight Of Bruise

Even though William's physical proclivity landed obscurely with Cecil, his inner sensation longed for something else. He was going drifty with his new mate, whom he never cared or would ever. He could see all of the strains fumbling here and there with his located eyes while entering outside.

"I don't like crowds. You see, I prefer a place where I can have peace," Cecil conveyed his thought with his script breathing pattern. "I don't like it either," William sorted his agreement with his words, yet looking for something that he knew but yet was sophistically confused. His clement of thought reluctantly seethed the mannerisms of labyrinthine—the child who doesn't know what.

"So, should we head out somewhere nice and... quite?" Cecil feebly constructed his word.

"Well, I think we do have some problems with the crowd, but I bet they aren't causing much problems if we care to sense it. It's just our mind, so let's be here, I believe... (I don't want to but can't leave this place.)" William still wanted to be here, as his nomenclature of mind kept telling him there was still to it, and he couldn't dribble to take the risk of not being there while his closeness of mantlepiece being there.

"You're right... maybe it's nice to practice willpower. You have quite the depth of thought, William; I am impressed."

"No, it's all right, well... (I want to get as far away from this crowd as possible too; I should have accepted his request, and I doubt Isabelle will show up, but if I say, 'Let's go somewhere,' I will come out as a person who can't stand for one thing.)

"Hey, you did say 'peace,' and after thinking for a bit, I do think heading out to somewhere quiet will award us much better peace, so we aren't losing anything. So what do you think?

"Hey, I wanted exactly this. Thank you! Let's go." Cecil with glittering eyes showed his happiness.

William, with his eyes forward but mind in the delicate direction of route, shoved his steps. Both walked together and found a spot where they decided to dismantle their some offered thoughts. 

They sat and started to talk, Cecil stating about his hobby while William seemed disinterested not from sides but from his psyche and continued to talk as if he were the tonic figure there. At last they both decided to go to the class as it was the time of their activity class. 

On walking towards the sideways, William's eyes were all down; he didn't remember the cause anymore but yet couldn't forsake the draft. But suddenly he witnessed the sight that plundered his heart and breathed into drops. His mind was tormented as soon as he grasped the haunted sight.

Isabelle at the corridor talking to a person with the same uniform as others, a boy whom he had never seen...