So this is a Will story, written because I understand and love her character so much. She is, in some ways, very much a tragic hero. So this is a story of her. It's somewhat random and goes in all sorts of directions, so my apologies.
Anyways, standard disclaimer applies, I don't own W.I.T.C.H., just love it.
Written for all those wonderful writers in this fandom, whose stories I adore. Most especially, Seniya, Zadien, Dame Hetchel, Kadeana, and Sokai, most of whom's stories I have gotten terribly behind in reading and thus reviewing. If you couldn't tell I'm personally a Will/Caleb fan, though this story contains no ships of any sort.
- . - It's Who She Is - . -
They are all so broken, she thinks with a sigh and single crystal tear.
Sometimes at night, when the sky is dark and she has escaped the well-meant optimism of her closest friends, and she has managed to separate herself from their loving, caring presence, she goes off on her own, sits by herself and thinks about things, lets her tears fall with the same silence she uses with her emotions.
Never let them see you falter, not even for a step. Don't let them know when you're drowning in your own conflictions. She has always been the strong one. Steady and true, the one who helps when there's a problem, never the one who has them. Sometimes it makes her crazy, to be that person, because she just wants to yell and cry and have someone hold her, just once, and keep her close until the tears can't fall anymore and say, just softly, just once, that it'll be okay. And no matter how it would seem, it wouldn't be a lie, because she'd know it would be. Someday.
But she never has that. That one moment where she is weak and defenseless, shattered in the arms of someone who just gives enough of a damn. Because she is not that person.
She is the one who swallows their problems like water, and gives them words of honey for comfort. She is the one who holds them, who doesn't let go until they pull away, who says it'll be alright. She's the one they believe, and she always has been.
Normally, she doesn't mind. It's who she is. It's Will. But there are some days her bitter anger and her broken spirit wants to lash out and push them away. Because it's all so unfair sometimes. And yet, she never does. Because even when it hurts, it is familiar, and expected and it is the one constant in her constantly conflicting life. And she would be just as lost without it as with it, so really, there's nothing for it.
All there is are these moments, stolen, short, too rare and too cold. The tears run down her cheek more like drops of ice than tear, more like a dagger cutting her cheeks than a soothing comfort calming her.
And then someone comes, and she must swallow hard, wipe her cheeks carefully so they won't notice, and fight back the despair and the resentment that flares momentarily in her chest. Because it's who she is. It's Will.
She's so broken. They are all so broken, she often thinks on those nights. There's probably not enough glue in the world to fix them all. And even down the road, when this fight is over, and they're off "living their lives", all fixed and right and perfect again, she'll never be. Because even if there was enough glue to fix her, to put her worn and torn pieces back into place, she wouldn't know where to start, and she certainly couldn't do it on her own. It never works.
- . - End - . -
So ends my first (published) W.I.T.C.H. piece. I have many more started which will one day appear here, so here's to hoping I started off well.
Hope you enjoyed it, and if you'd be so kind as to review, feedback of all sorts who be helpful for future reference and efforts.
G'day!
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