Don't Wish
Don't Start
A/N: Takes place after Clockwork Prince. More angst! Yay!
The library was deserted. Or so it seemed.
In a darkened corner sat a young man, shadowed, lit only by the streetlight outside the window. He sat so still that one might not have noticed him. From the slump of his shoulders and the droop of his head it was apparent that whatever the young man was thinking about, it was not happy.
William Herondale was concentrating very hard on not wishing.
As a boy, he had wished for any number of things – a pony, a dog, some sort of magical device to ward off ducks. As a teenager, he had been prematurely burdened with a problem no boy should be burdened with, and he had never quite allowed himself to wish for the thing he wanted most – people to be able to love him. Then, for the briefest of moments, he had been able to wish for that thing, not with a little boy's heart, but with a young man's soul.
And then the possibility of his wish was stolen from him.
And he was back again. Back to locking away his wish and turning his back on it, no matter how hard he might want it.
A/N: Enjoy the quick updates while you can *sinister grin*